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LITTLE    LUCY'S 
WONDERFUL   GLOBE 


BY 

CHARLOTTE   M.    YONGE 

AUTHOR    OF    "  THE-  HEIR    OF    REDCLYFFE,"    "  LANCES    OF 
LYNWOOD,"    "A    BOOK    OF    GOLDEN    DEEDS,"    ETC. 


ILLUSTRATED 


BOSTON : 

LOTKROP,    LEE   &   SHEPARD   CO. 


Copyright,  1878, 

BY 

D.  Lothrop  &  Co. 


LITTLE    LUCY'S 
WONDERFUL   GLOBE. 


CHAPTER   I. 

MOTHER   BUNCH. 

There  was  once  a  wonderful  fortnight  in  little 
Lucy's  life.  One  evening  she  went  to  bed  very- 
tired,  and  cross,  and  hot,  and  in  the  morning 
when  she  looked  at  her  arms  and  legs  they  were 
all  covered  with  red  spots,  rather  pretty  to  look 
at,  only  they  were  dry  and  prickly. 

Nurse  was  frightened  when  she  looked  at 
them.  She  turned  all  the  little  sisters  out  of 
the  night  nursery,  covered  Lucy  up  close,  and 
ordered  her  not  to  stir,  certainly  not  to  go  into 
her  bath.  Then  there  was  a  whispering  and  a 
running  about,  and  Lucy  was  half  alarmed,  but 

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10  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

more  pleased  at  being  so  important,  for  she  did 
not  feel  at  all  ill,  and  quite  enjoyed  the  tea  and 
toast  that  Nurse  brought  up  to  her.  Just  as  she 
was  beginning  to  think  it  rather  tiresome  to  lie 
there  with  nothing  to  do,  except  to  watch  the 
flies  buzzing  about,  there  was  a  step  on  the  stairs 
and  up  came  the  doctor.  He  was  an  old  friend, 
very  good-natured,  and  he  made  fun  with  Lucy 
about  having  turned  into  a  spotted  leopard,  just 
like  the  cowry  shell  on  Mrs.  Bunker's  mantel- 
piece. Indeed,  he  said,  he  thought  she  was  such 
a  curiosity  that  Mrs.  Bunker  would  come  for  her 
and  set  her  up  in  the  museum,  and  then  he  went 
away.     Suppose,  oh,  suppose,  she  did  ! 

Mrs.  Bunker,  or  Mother  Bunch,  as  Lucy  and 
her  brothers  and  sisters  called  her,  was  house- 
keeper to  their  Uncle  Joseph.  He  was  really 
their  great-uncle,  and  they  thought  him  any  age 
you  can  imagine.  They  would  not  have  been 
much  surprised  to  hear  that  he  had  sailed  with 
Christopher  Columbus,  though  he  was  a  strong, 
hale,  active  man,  much  less  easily  tired  than  their 
own  papa.  He  had  been  a  ship's  surgeon  in  his 
younger  days,  and  had  sailed  all  over  the  world, 


MOTHER   BUNCH.  II 

and  collected  all  sorts  of  curious  things,  besides 
which  he  was  a  very  wise  and  learned  man,  and 
had  made  some  great  discovery.  It  was  not 
America.  Lucy  knew  that  her  elder  brother 
understood  what  it  was,  but  it  was  not  worth 
troubling  her  head  about,  only  somehow  it  made 
ships  go  safer,  and  so  he  had  had  a  pension 
given  him  as  a  reward ;  and  had  come  home  and 
bought  a  house  about  a  mile  out  of  the  town, 
and  built  up  a  high  room  to  look  at  the  stars 
from  with  the  telescope,  and  another  to  try  his 
experiments  in,  and  a  long  one  besides  for 
his  museum;  yet,  after  all,  he  was  not  much 
there,  for  whenever  there  was  anything  wonder- 
ful to  be  seen,  he  always  went  off  to  look  at  it, 
and  whenever  there  was  a  meeting  of  learned 
men  —  scientific  men  was  the  right  word  —  they 
always  wanted  him  to  help  them  make  speeches 
and  show  wonders.  He  was  away  now ;  he  had 
gone  away  to  wear  a  red  cross  on  his  arm,  and 
help  to  take  care  of  the  wounded  in  the  sad  war 
between  the  French  and  Germans. 

But  he  had  left  Mother   Bunch  behind  him. 
Nobody  knew  exactly  what  was   Mrs.  Bunker's 


12  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

nation,  indeed  she  could  hardly  be  said  to  have 
had  any,  for  she  had  been  born  at  sea,  and  had 
been  a  sailor's  wife ;  but  whether  she  was  mostly 
English,  Dutch,  or  Danish,  nobody  knew  and 
nobody  cared.  Her  husband  had  been  lost  at 
sea,  and  Uncle  Joseph  had  taken  her  to  look 
after  his  house,  and  always  said  she  was  the  only 
woman  who  had  sense  and  discretion  enough 
ever  to  go  into  his  laboratory  or  dust  his 
museum. 

She  was  very  kind  and  good-natured,  and 
there  was  nothing  that  the  children  liked  better 
than  a  walk  to  Uncle  Joseph's,  and,  after  a  game 
at  play  in  the  garden,  a  tea-drinking  with  her  — 
such  quantities  of  sugar !  such  curious  cakes 
made  in  the  fashion  of  different  countries  !  such 
funny  preserves  from  all  parts  of  the  world, 
and  more  delightful  to  people  who  considered 
that  looking  and  hearing  was  better  sport  than 
eating,  and  that  the  tongue  is  not  only  meant  to 
taste  with,  such  cupboards  and  drawers  full  of 
wonderful  things,  such  stories  about  them  !  The 
lesser  ones  liked  Mrs.  Bunker's  room  better 
than  Uncle  Joseph's  museum,  where  there  were 


MOTHER   BUNCH.  1 3 

some  big  stuffed  beasts  with  glaring  eyes  that 
frightened  them,  and  they  had  to  walk  around 
with  their  hands  behind  that  they  might  not 
touch  anything,  or  else  their  uncle's  voice  was 
sure  to  call  out  gruffly,  "  Paws  off ! " 

Mrs.  Bunker  was  not  a  bit  like  the  smart 
housekeepers  at  other  houses.  To  be  sure,  on 
Sundays  she  came  out  in  a  black  silk  gown  with 
a  little  flounce  at  the  bottom,  a  scarlet  China 
crape  shawl  with  a  blue  dragon  upon  it  —  his 
wings  over  her  back,  and  a  claw  over  each 
shoulder,  so  that  whoever  sat  behind  her  in 
church  was  terribly  distracted  by  trying  to  see 
the  rest  of  him  —  and  a  very  big  yellow  Tuscan 
bonnet,  trimmed  with  sailor's  blue  ribbon;  but 
in  the  week  and  about  the  house  she  wore  a 
green  stuff,  with  a  brown  holland  apron  and  bib 
over  it,  quite  straight  all  the  way  down,  for  she 
had  no  particular  waist,  and  her  hair,  which  was 
of  a  funny  kind  of  flaxen  gray,  she  bundled  up 
and  tied  around  without  any  cap,  or  anything 
else  on  her  head.  One  of  the  little  boys  had 
once  called  her  Mother  Bunch,  because  of  her 
stories,   and    the    name    fitted   her  so  well  that 


14  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

the  whole  family,  and  even  her  master,  took  it 
up. 

Lucy  was  very  fond  of  her,  but  when,  about 
an  hour  after  the  doctor's  visit,  she  was  waked 
by  a  rustling  and  a  lumbering  on  the  stairs,  and 
presently  the  door  opened,  and  the  second-best 
big  bonnet  —  the  go-to-market  bonnet  with  the 
turned  ribbons  —  came  into  the  room  with 
Mother  Bunch's  face  under  it,  and  the  good- 
natured  voice  told  her  she  was  to  be  carried  to 
Uncle  Joseph's,  and  have  oranges  and  tamarinds, 
she  did  begin  to  feel  like  the  spotted  cowry,  to 
think  about  being  set  on  the  chimneypiece,  to 
cry,  and  say  she  wanted  Mamma. 

Then  Nurse  and  Mother  Bunch  began  to 
comfort  her,  and  explain  that  the  doctor  thought 
she  had  the  scarlatina ;  not  at  all  badly ;  but  that 
if  any  of  the  others  caught  it,  nobody  could  guess 
how  bad  they  would  be  ;  especially  Mamma,  who 
had  just  been  ill;  and  so  she  was  to  be  rolled  up 
in  her  blankets,  and  put  into  a  carriage,  and 
taken  to  her  uncle's,  and  there  she  would  stay 
till  she  was  not  only  well,  but  could  safely  come 
home  without  carrying  infection  about  with  her. 


MOTHER  BUNCH.  1 5 

Lucy  was  a  good  girl,  and  knew  that  she 
must  bear  it ;  so,  though  she  could  not  help 
crying  a  little  when  she  found  she  must  not  kiss 
any  one,  nay,  not  even  see  them,  and  that 
nobody  might  go  with  her  but  Lonicera,  her 
own  washing  doll,  she  made  up  her  mind 
bravely,  and  she  was  a  good  deal  cheered  when 
Clare,  the  biggest  of  all  the  dolls,  was  sent  in  to 
her,  with  all  her  clothes,  by  Maude,  her  eldest 
sister,  to  be  her  companion.  It  was  such  an 
honor,  and  so  very  kind  of  Maude,  that  it  quite 
warmed  the  sad  little  heart. 

So  Lucy  had  her  little  scarlet  flannel  dressing- 
gown  on,  and  her  shoes  and  stockings,  and  a 
wonderful  old  knitted  hood  with  a  tippet  to  it, 
and  then  she  was  rolled  round  and  round  in  all 
her  bedclothes,  and  Mrs.  Bunker  took  her  up 
like  a  very  big  baby,  not  letting  any  one  else 
touch  her.  How  Mrs.  Bunker  got  safe  down 
all  the  stairs  no  one  can  tell,  but  she  did,  and 
into  the  fly,  and  there  poor  little  Lucy  looked 
back  and  saw  at  the  windows  Mamma's  face, 
and  Papa's,  and  Maude's,  and  all  the  rest,  all 
nodding  and   smiling   to   her,  but   Maude   was 


1 6  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

crying  all  the  time,  and  perhaps  Mamma  was, 
too. 

The  journey  seemed  very  long,  and  Lucy  was 
really  tired  when  she  was  put  down  at  last  in 
a  big  bed,  nicely  warmed  for  her,  and  with  a 
bright  fire  in  the  room.  As  soon  as  she  had  had 
some  beef-tea,  she  went  off  soundly  to  sleep,  and 
only  woke  to  drink  tea,  and  administer  supper  to 
the  dolls,  and  put  them  to  sleep. 

The  next  evening  she  was  sitting  up  by  the 
fire,  and  on  the  fourth  day  she  was  running 
about  the  house  as  if  nothing  had  ever  been 
the  matter  with  her,  but  still  she  was  not  to 
go  home  for  a  fortnight;  and  being  wet,  cold, 
dull  weather,  it  was  not  always  easy  to  amuse 
herself.  She  had  her  dolls,  to  be  sure,  and  the 
little  dog  Don,  to  play  with,  and  sometimes 
Mrs.  Bunker  would  let  her  make  funny  things 
with  the  dough,  or  stone  the  raisins,  or  even 
help  make  a  pudding ;  but  still  there  was  a 
good  deal  of  time  on  her  hands.  She  had  only 
two  books  with  her,  and  the  rash  had  made 
her  eyes  weak,  so  that  she  did  not  much  like 
reading  them.     The  notes  that  every  one  wrote 


MOTHER   BUNCH.  I J 

from  home  were  quite  enough  for  her.  What 
she  liked  best — that  is,  when  Mrs.  Bunker 
could  not  attend  her  —  was  to  wander  through 
the  museum,  explaining  the  things  to  the  dolls: 
"  That  is  a  crocodile,  Lonicera ;  it  eats  people 
up,  and  has  a  little  bird  to  pick  its  teeth. 
Look,  Clare,  that  bony  thing  is  a  skeleton ;  the 
skeleton  of  a  lizard.  Paws  off,  my  dear ;  mustn't 
touch.  That's  amber,  just  like  barley  -  sugar, 
only  not  so  nice ;  people  make  necklaces  of  it. 
There's  a  poor  dead  fly  inside.  Those  are  the 
dear,  delightful  humming-birds;  look  at  their 
crests,  just  like  Mamma's  jewels.  See  the 
shells,  aren't  they  beauties  ?  People  get  pearls 
out  of  those  great  flat  ones,  and  dive  all  down 
to  the  bottom  of  the  sea  after  them ;  mustn't 
touch,  my  dear,  only  look;  paws  off." 

One  would  think  Clare's  curved  fingers  all 
in  one  piece,  and  Lonicera's  blue  leather  hands 
had  been  very  movable  and  mischievous,  judg- 
ing by  the  number  of  times  this  warning  came 
over;  but  of  course  it  was  Lucy  herself  who 
wanted  it  most,  for  her  own  little  plump,  pinky 
hands   did   almost   tingle    to   handle    and    turn 


1 8  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

around  those  pretty  shells.  She  wanted  to  know 
whether  the  amber  tasted  like  barley-sugar  as 
it  looked,  and  there  was  a  little  musk  deer,  no 
bigger  than  Don,  whom  she  longed  to  stroke, 
or  still  better,  to  let  Lonicera  ride,  but  she  was 
a  good  little  girl,  and  had  a  real  sense  of  honor, 
which  never  betrays  a  trust,  so  she  never  laid 
a  ringer  on  anything  but  what  Uncle  Joe  had 
once  given  all  free  leave  to  move. 

This  was  a  very  big  pair  of  globes  —  bigger 
than  globes  commonly  are  now,  and  with  more 
frames  around  them  —  one  great  flat  one  with 
odd  names  painted  on  it,  and  another  brass  one, 
nearly  upright,  going  half-way  around  from  top 
to  bottom,  and  with  the  globe  hung  upon  it 
by  two  pins,  which  Lucy's  elder  sisters  called 
the  poles,  or  the  ends  of  the  axis.  The  huge 
round  balls  went  very  easily  with  a  slight 
touch,  and  there  was  something  very  charm- 
ing in  making  them  go  whisk,  whisk,  whisk ; 
now  faster,  now  slower,  now  spinning  so  quickly 
that  nothing  on  them  could  be  seen,  now  turn- 
ing slowly  and  grandly  over,  and  showing  all 
that  was  on  them. 


MOTHER  BUNCH.  1 9 

The  mere  twirling  was  quite  enough  for  Lucy 
first,  but  soon  she  liked  to  look  at  what  was  on 
them.  One  she  thought  much  more  entertain- 
ing than  the  other.  It  was  covered  with  won- 
derful creatures:  one  bear  was  fastened  by  his 
long  tail  to  the  pole,  another  bigger  one  was 
trotting  around ;  a  snake  was  coiling  about  any- 
where ;  a  lady  stood  disconsolate  against  a  rock ; 
another  sat  in  a  chair ;  a  giant  sprawled  with  a 
club  in  one  hand  and  a  lion's  skin  in  the 
other;  a  big  dog  and  a  little  dog  stood  on 
their  hind  legs;  a  lion  seemed  just  about  to 
spring  on  a  young  maiden's  head;  and  all  were 
thickly  spotted  over,  just  as  if  they  had  Lucy's 
rash,  with  stars,  big  and  little;  and  still  more 
strange,  her  brothers  declared  these  were  the 
stars  in  the  sky,  and  this  was  the  way  people 
found  their  way  at  sea;  but  if  Lucy  asked  how, 
they  always  said  she  was  not  big  enough  to 
understand,  and  it  had  not  occurred  to  Lucy 
to  ask  whether  the  truth  was  not  that  they 
were  not  big  enough  to  explain. 

The  other  globe  was  all  in  pale  green,  with 
pink  and  yellow  outlines  on  it,  and  quantities 


20  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

of  names.  Lucy  had  had  to  learn  some  of 
these  names  for  her  geography,  and  she  did 
not  want  to  think  of  lessons  now,  so  she  rather 
kept  out  of  the  way  of  looking  at  it  at  first, 
till  she  had  really  grown  tired  of  all  the  odd 
men  and  women  and  creatures  upon  the  celes- 
tial sphere ;  but  by  and  by  she  began  to  roll 
the  other  by  way  of  variety. 


CHAPTER   II. 

VISITORS     FROM   THE    SOUTH    SEAS. 

"  Miss  Lucy,  you're  as  quiet  as  a  mouse !  Not 
in  any  mischief,"  said  Mrs.  Bunker,  looking  into 
the  museum ;  "  why,  what  are  you  doing  there  ? " 

"  I'm  looking  at  the  great  big  globe,  that 
Uncle  Joe  said  I  might  touch,"  said  Lucy; 
"  here  are  all  the  names  just  like  my  lesson- 
book  at  home;  Europe,  Asia,  Africa,  and 
America." 

"  Why,  bless  the  child !  where  else  should 
they  be?  There  be  all  the  oceans  and  seas 
besides  that  I've  crossed  over,  many's  the  time, 
with  poor  Ben  Bunker,  who  was  last  seen  off 
Cape  Hatteras." 

"  What,  all  these  great  green  places,  with 
Atlantic  and  Pacific  on  them ;  you  don't  really 
mean  that  you've  sailed  over  them  !  I  should 
like  to  make  a  midge  do  it  in  a  husk  of  hemp- 


22  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

seed  !  How  could  you,  Mother  Bunch  ?  You 
are  not  small  enough." 

"  Ho  !  ho  !  "  said  the  housekeeper,  laughing ; 
"  does  the  child  think  I  sailed  on  that  very  globe 
there  ? " 

"  I  know  one  learns  names,"  said  Lucy,  "  but 
is  it  real  ?  " 

"  Real !  Why,  Missie,  don't  you  see  it's  a  sort 
of  a  picture  ?  There's  your  photograph,  now, 
it's  not  as  big  as  you,  but  it  shows  you,  and  so 
a  chart,  or  a  map,  or  a  globe,  is  just  a  picture  of 
the  shapes  of  the  coast-line  of  the  land  and  the 
sea  and  the  rivers  in  them,  and  mountains  and 
the  like.  Look  you  here;"  and  she  made  Lucy 
stand  on  a  chair  and  look  at  a  map  of  her  own 
town  that  was  hanging  against  the  wall,  showing 
her  all  the  chief  buildings,  the  churches,  streets, 
the  town  hall  and  market  cross,  and  at  last 
helping  her  to  find  her  own  papa's  house. 

When  Lucy  had  traced  all  the  corners  she 
had  to  turn  in  going  from  home  to  Uncle  Joe's, 
and  had  even  found  little  frizzles  for  the  five 
lime-trees  before  the  Vicarage,  she  understood 
that  the  map  was  a  small  picture  of  the  situation 


"  Do  please  sit  down,  there's  a  good  Mother  Bunch,  and  tell  me  ail 
about  them" 


VISITORS  FROM   THE  SOUTH  SEAS.  2$ 

of  the  buildings  in  the  town,  and  thought  she 
could .  find  her  way  to  some  new  place,  suppose 
she  studied  it  well. 

Then  Mrs.  Bunker  showed  her  a  big  map  of 
the  whole  country,  and  there  Lucy  found  the 
river  and  the  roads  and  the  names  of  the  villages 
near  as  she  had  seen  or  heard  of  them,  and  she 
began  to  understand  that  a  map  or  globe  really 
brought  distant  places  into  an  exceedingly  small 
picture,  and  that  where  she  saw  a  name  and  a 
spot  she  was  to  think  of  houses  and  churches  ; 
that  a  branching  black  line  was  a  flowing  river 
full  of  water ;  a  curve  in,  a  pretty  bay  shut  in 
with  rocks  and  hills ;  a  point  jutting  out,  gener- 
ally a  steep  rock  with  a  lighthouse  on  it. 

"  And  all  these  places  are  countries,  Bunchey, 
are  they,  with  fields  and  houses  like  ours  ? " 

"  Houses,  ay,  and  fields,  but  not  always  so  very 
like  ours,  Miss  Lucy." 

"  And  are  there  little  children,  boys  and  girls, 
in  them  all  ?  " 

"  To  be  sure  there  are,  else  how  would  the 
world  go  on  ?  Why,  I've  seen  'em  by  swarms, 
white,  or  brown,  or  black,  running  down  to  the 


& 


26  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

shore,  as  sure  as  the  vessel  cast  anchor;  and 
whatever  color  they  were,  you  might  be  sure 
of  two  things,  Miss  Lucy,  that  they  were  all 
alike  in." 

"  Oh,  what,  Mrs.  Bunker  ?  " 

"  Why,  in  plenty  of  noise  for  one,  and  the 
other  for  wanting  all  they  could  get  to  eat.  But 
they  were  little  darlings,  some  of  them,  if  I  only 
could  have  got  at  them  to  make  them  a  bit  nicer. 
Some  of  them  looked  for  all  the  world  like  the 
little  bronze  images  Master  has  got  in  the 
museum,  brought  from  Italy,  and  hadn't  a  rag 
more  clothing,  neither.  They  were  in  India; 
dear,  dear,  to  see  them  tumble  about  in  the 
surf!" 

"  Oh,  what  fun !  what  fun !  I  wish  I  could  see 
them.     Suppose  I  could." 

"  You  would  be  right  glad,  Missie,  I  can  tell 
you,  if  you  had  been  three  or  four  months  aboard 
with  nothing  but  dry  biscuits  and  salt  junk,  and 
may  be  a  tin  of  preserved  vegetables  just  to  keep 
it  wholesome,  to  see  the  black  fellows  come 
grinning  alongside  with  their  boats  and  canoes 
all  full  of  oranges,  and  limes,  and  shaddocks,  and 


Lucy  had  a  great  sneezing  fit,  and  when  she  looked  again  into  the  smoke 
what  did  she  see  but  two  little  black  figures. 

(Visitors  from  the  South  Seas.) 


VISITORS  FROM  THE  SOUTH  SEAS.  29 

cocoanuts.  Doesn't  one's  mouth  fairly  water  for 
them  ? " 

"  Do  please  sit  down,  there's  a  good  Mother 
Bunch,  and  tell  me  all  about  them.  Come, 
suppose  you  do." 

"  Suppose  I  did,  Miss  Lucy,  and  where  would 
your  poor  uncle's  preserved  ginger  be,  that  no 
one  knows  from  real  West  Indian  ?  " 

"  Oh,  let  me  come  into  your  room,  and  you 
can  tell  me  all  the  time  you  are  doing  the 
ginger." 

"  It  is  very  hot  there,  Missie." 

"  That  will  be  more  like  some  of  the  places. 
I'll  suppose  I'm  there !  Look,  Mrs.  Bunker, 
here's  a  whole  green  sea,  all  over  the  tiniest 
little  dots.     There  can't  be  people  in  them." 

"  Dots  ?  you'd  hardly  see  all  over  one  of 
those  dots  if  you  were  in  one.  That's  the 
South  Sea,  Miss  Lucy,  and  those  are  the  loveli- 
est isles,  except,  maybe,  the  West  Indies,  that 
ever  I  saw." 

"  Tell  me  about  them,  please,"  entreated  Lucy. 
"  Here's  one ;  its  name  is  —  is  Ysabel  —  such  a 
little  one." 


30  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

"  I  can't  tell  you  much  of  those  South  Sea 
Isles,  Missie,  being  that  I  only  made  one  voy- 
age among  them,  when  Bunker  chartered  the 
Penguin  for  the  sandalwood  trade ;  and  we  did 
not  touch  at  many,  being  that  the  natives  were 
fierce  and  savage,  and  made  nothing  of  coming 
down  with  arrows  and  spears  at  a  boat's  crew. 
So  we  only  went  to  such  islands  as  the  mis- 
sionaries had  been  at,  and  got  the  people  to 
be  more  civil  and  conformable." 

"  Tell  me  all  about  it,"  said  Lucy,  follow- 
ing the  old  woman  hither  and  thither  as  she 
bustled  about,  talking  all  the  time,  and  stirring 
her  pan  of  ginger  over  the  hot  plate. 

How  it  happened,  it  is  not  easy  to  say;  the 
room  was  very  warm,  and  Mother  Bunch  went 
on  talking  as  she  stirred,  and  a  steam  rose  up, 
and  by  and  by  it  seemed  to  Lucy  that  she  had 
a  great  sneezing  fit,  and  when  she  looked 
again  into  the  smoke  what  did  she  see  but 
two  little  black  figures,  faces,  heads,  and  feet 
all  black,  but  with  an  odd  sort  of  white  gar- 
ment around  their  waists,  and  some  fine  red  and 
green  feathers  sticking  out  of  their  woolly  heads 


"Vm  so  gted  to  see  you!    Hush,  Don,  don't  bark  so." 

(Visitors  from  the  South  Seal.) 


VISITORS  FROM  THE  SOUTH  SEAS.  33 

"  Mrs.  Bunker,  Mrs.  Bunker,"  she  cried, 
"  what's  this  ?     Who  are  these  ugly  figures  ?  " 

"  Ugly ! "  said  the  foremost ;  and,  though  it 
must  have  been  some  strange  language,  it 
sounded  like  English  to  Lucy.  "  Is  that  the 
way  little  white  girl  speaks  to  boy  and  girl 
that  have  come  all  the  way  from  Ysabel  to 
see  her  ?  " 

"  Oh,  indeed,  little  Ysabel  boy,  I  beg  your 
pardon,  I  didn't  know  you  were  real,  nor  that 
you  could  understand  me !  I  am  so  glad  to 
see  you.     Hush,  Don,  don't  bark  so." 

"  Pig,  pig,  I  never  heard  a  pig  squeak  like 
that,"  said  the  black  stranger. 

"  Pig !  It  is  a  little  dog.  Have  you  no  dogs 
in  your  country  ?  " 

"  Pigs  go  on  four  legs.     That  must  be  pig." 

"  What,  you  have  nothing  that  goes  on  four 
legs  but  a  pig !  What  do  you  eat,  then,  besides 
pigs?" 

"Yams,  cocoanut,  fish — oh,  so  good,  and  put 
pig  into  hole  among  hot  stones,  make  a  fire 
over,  bake  so  nice !  " 

"You  shall  have  some  of  my  tea,  and  see  if 


34  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

that  is  as  nice,"  said  Lucy.  "  What  a  funny 
dress  you  have ;  what  is  it  made  of  ? " 

"Tapa  cloth,"  said  the  little  girl.  "We  get 
the  bark  off  the  tree,  and  then  we  go  hammer, 
hammer,  thump,  thump,  till  all  the  hard  thick 
stuff  comes  off ; "  and  Lucy,  looking  near,  saw 
that  the  substance  was  really  all  a  lacework  of 
fibre,  about  as  close  as  the  net  of  Nurse's  caps. 

"  Is  that  all  your  clothes  ?  "  she  asked. 

"  Yes,  till  I  am  a  warrior,"  said  the  boy,  "  then 
they  will  tattoo  my  forehead,  and  arms,  and 
breast,  and  legs." 

"  Tattoo ;  what's  that  ?  " 

"  Make  little  holes  and  lines  all  over  the  skin 
with  a  sharp  shell,  and  rub  in  juice  that  turns  it 
all  to  blue  and  purple  lines." 

"  But  doesn't  it  hurt  dreadfully  ? "  asked  Lucy. 

"  Hurt !  To  be  sure  it  does,  but  that  will  show 
that  I  am  brave.  When  Father  comes  home 
from  the  war,  he  paints  himself  white." 

"  White ! " 

"  With  lime  made  by  burning  coral,  and  he 
jumps  and  dances  and  shouts :  I  shall  go  to  the 
war  one  of  these  days." 


"I  can  eat  much  better  without,"  said  Lavo. 

editors  from  the  South  Seas.) 


VISITORS  FROM   THE  SOUTH  SEAS.  37 

"  Oh,  no,  don't !  "  said  Lucy,  "  it  is  horrid." 

The  boy  laughed,  but  the  little  girl  whispered, 
"  Good  white  men  say  so.  Some  day  Lavo  will 
go  and  learn,  and  leave  off  fighting." 

Lavo  shook  his  head.  "  No,  not  yet ;  I  will 
be  brave  chief  and  warrior  first,  —  bring  home 
many  heads  of  enemies." 

"I  —  I  think  it  nice  to  be  quiet,"  said  Lucy ; 
"  and  —  and  —  won't  you  have  some  dinner  ?  " 

"  Have  you  baked  a  pig  ?  "  asked  Lavo. 

"  I  think  this  is  mutton,"  said  Lucy,  when  the 
dish  came  up,  —  "  it  is  sheep's  flesh." 

Lavo  and  his  sister  had  no  notion  what  sheep 
were.  They  wanted  to  sit  cross-legged  on  the 
floor,  but  Lucy  made  each  of  them  sit  in  a  chair 
properly,  but  then  they  shocked  her  by  picking 
up  the  mutton-chops  and  stuffing  them  into  their 
mouths  with  their  fingers. 

"  Look  here !  "  and  she  showed  the  knives  and 
forks. 

"  Oh  !  "  cried  Lavo,  "  what  good  spikes  to  catch 
fish  with  !  and  knife  —  knife  —  I'll  kill  foes !  much 
better  than  shell  knife." 

"  And  I'll  dig  yams,"  said  the  sister. 


38  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

"  Oh,  no !  "  entreated  Lucy,  "  we  have  spades 
to  dig  with,  soldiers  have  swords  to  fight  with : 
these  are  to  eat  with." 

"  I  can  eat  much  better  without,"  said  Lavo, 
but  to  please  Lucy  his  sister  did  try;  slashing 
hard  away  with  her  knife,  and  digging  her  fork 
straight  into  a  bit  of  meat.  Then  she  very 
nearly  ran  it  into  her  eye,  and  Lucy,  who  knew 
it  was  not  good  manners  to  laugh,  was  very  near 
choking  herself.  And  at  last,  saying  the  knife 
and  fork  were  "  great  good  —  great  good ;  but 
none  for  eating,"  they  stuck  them  through  the 
great  tortoise-shell  rings  they  had  in  their  ears 
and  noses.  Lucy  was  distressed  about  Uncle 
Joseph's  knives  and  forks,  which  she  knew  she 
ought  not  to  give  away ;  but  while  she  was 
looking  about  for  Mrs.  Bunker  to  interfere,  Don 
seemed  to  think  it  his  business,  and  began  to 
growl  and  fly  at  the  little  black  legs. 

"  A  tree,  a  tree,"  cried  the  Ysabelites,  "where 's  a 
tree? "  and  while  they  spoke,  Lavo  had  climbed  up 
the  side  of  the  door,  and  was  sitting  astride  on 
the  top  of  it,  grinning  down  at  the  dog,  and  his 
sister  had  her  feet  on  the  lock,  going  up  after  him. 


Lavo  had  climbed  up  the  side  of  the  door,  and  was  sitting  astride  on  tb/" 
top  of  it. 

(Visitors  from  the  Ssnth  Sum.) 


VISITORS  FROM  THE  SOUTH  SEAS.  4 1 

u  Tree  houses,"  they  cried ;  "  there  we  are  safe 
from  our  enemies." 

And  Lucy  found  rising  before  her,  instead  of 
her  own  nursery,  a  huge  tree,  on  the  top  of  a 
mound.  Basket  work  had  been  woven  between 
the  branches  to  make  floors,  and  on  these  were 
huts  of  bamboo  cane;  there  were  ladders  hanging 
down,  made  of  strong  creepers  twisted  together, 
and  above  and  around  the  cries  of  cockatoos  and 
parrots  and  the  chirp  of  grasshoppers  rang  in 
her  ears.  She  laid  hold  of  the  ladder  of  creeping 
plants  and  began  to  climb,  but  soon  her  head 
swam,  she  grew  giddy,  and  called  out  to  Lavo 
to  help  her.  Then  suddenly  she  found  herself 
curled  up  in  Mrs.  Bunker's  big  beehive  chair, 
and  she  wondered  whether  she  had  been  asleep. 


CHAPTER    III. 

ITALY. 

"  Suppose  and  suppose  I  could  have  such 
another  funny  dream,"  said  Lucy.  "  Mother 
Bunch,  have  you  ever  been  to  Italy  ? "  and  she 
put  her  finger  on  the  long  leg  and  foot,  kick- 
ing at  three-cornered  Sicily. 

"Yes,  Missie,  that  I  have;  come  out  of  this 
cold  room  and  I'll  tell  you." 

Lucy  was  soon  curled  in  her  chair;  but  no, 
she  wasn't !  she  was  under  such  a  blue,  blue  sky 
as  she  had  never  dreamt  of ;  clear,  sharp  purple 
hills  rose  up  against  it.  There  was  a  clear 
rippling  little  fountain,  bursting  out  of  a  rock, 
carved  with  old,  old  carvings,  broken  now  and  de- 
faced, but  shadowed  over  by  lovely  maidenhair 
fern  and  trailing  bindweed ;  and  in  a  niche 
above  a  little  roof,  sheltering  a  figure  of  the 
Blessed   Virgin.     Some   way   off   stood   a  long 

42 


ITALY.  43 

low  house  propped  up  against  the  rich  yellow 
stone  walls  and  pillars  of  another  old,  old  build- 
ing, and  with  a  great  chestnut-tree  shadowing 
over  it.  It  had  a  balcony,  and  a  gable  end  was 
open,  and  full  of  big  yellow  pumpkins  and 
clusters  of  grapes  hung  up  to  dry,  and  some 
goats  were  feeding  around. 

Then  came  a  merry,  merry  voice  singing 
something  about  la  vendemmia ;  and  though 
Lucy  had  never  learnt  Italian,  her  wonderful 
dream  -  knowledge  made  her  sure  that  this 
meant  the  vintage,  the  grape-gathering;  and 
presently  there  came  along  a  little  girl,  danc- 
ing and  beating  a  tambourine,  with  a  basket 
fastened  to  her  back  filled  to  overflowing  with 
big,  beautiful  bunches  of  grapes;  and  a  whole 
party  of  other  children,  all  loaded  with  as  many 
grapes  as  they  could  carry,  came  leaping  and 
singing  after  her,  their  black  hair  loose,  or 
sometimes  twisted  with  vine  leaves,  their  big 
black  eyes  dancing  with  merriment,  and  their 
bare  brown  legs  with  glee. 

"  Ah,  Cecco,  Cecco,"  cried  the  little  girl, 
pausing  as   she   beat   her    tambourine,   "here's 


44  LITTLE   LUCY'S   WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

a  stranger  who  has  no  grapes  f  give  them 
here ! " 

"  But,"  said  Lucy,  "  aren't  they  your  mamma's 
grapes ;  may  you  give  them  away  ?  " 

"  Ah,  ah !  'tis  the  vendemmia !  all  may  eat 
grapes;  as  much  as  they  will.  See,  there's  the 
vineyard." 

Lucy  saw  on  the  slope  of  the  hill  above  the 
cottage,  long  poles,  such  as  hops  grow  upon, 
and  vines  trained  about  hither  and  thither  in 
long  festoons,  with  leaves  growing  purple  with 
autumn,  and  clusters  hanging  down.  Men  in 
shady  battered  hats,  bright  sashes  and  braces, 
and  white  shirt  sleeves,  and  women  with  hand- 
kerchiefs folded  square  over  their  heads,  were 
cutting  the  grapes  down,  and  piling  them  up 
in  baskets;  and  a  low  cart  drawn  by  two  mouse- 
colored  oxen,  with  enormous  wide  horns  and 
gentle-looking  eyes,  was  waiting  to  be  loaded 
with  the  baskets. 

"  To  the  wine-press !  To  the  press  !  "  shouted 
the  children,  who  were  politeness  itself,  and 
wanted  to  show  her  everything. 

The  wine-press    was    a   great   marble  trough, 


GREENLAND.  49 

she  thought  at  first  was  a  little  brown  bear, 
for  the  light  was  odd,  the  sun  was  so  very  low 
down,  and  there  was  so  much  glare  from  the 
snow  that  it  seemed  unnatural.  However,  be- 
fore she  had  time  to  be  afraid  of  the  bear,  she 
saw  that  it  was  really  a  little  boy,  with  a  hood 
and  coat  and  leggings  all  of  thick,  thick  fur, 
and  a  spear  in  his  hand,  with  which  he  every 
now  and  then  made  a  dash  at  a  fish,  —  great 
codfish,  such  as  Mamma  had,  with  oysters, 
when  there  was  a  dinner-party. 

Into  them  went  his  spear,  up  came  the  poor 
fish,  and  was  strung  with  some  others  on  a 
string  the  boy  carried.  Lucy  crept  up  as  well 
as  she  could  on  the  slippery  ice,  and  the  little 
Esquimaux  stared  at  her  with  a  kind  of  stupid 
surprise. 

"  Is  that  the  way  you  get  fish  ?  "  she  asked. 

"  Yes,  and  seals ;  Father  gets  them,"  he  said. 

"  Oh,  what's  that,  swimming  out  there  ?  " 

"  That's  a  white  bear,"  he  said  coolly ;  "  we  had 
better  get  home." 

Lucy  thought  so  indeed ;  only  where  was 
home?  that  puzzled  her.     However,  she  trotted 


50  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

along  by  the  side  of  her  companion,  and  pres- 
ently came  to  what  might  have  been  an  enor- 
mous snowball,  but  there  was  a  hole  in  it. 
Yes,  it  was  hollow;  and  as  her  companion 
made  for  the  opening,  she  saw  more  little  stout 
figures  rolled  up  in  furs  inside.  Then  she  per- 
ceived that  it  was  a  house  built  up  of  blocks 
of  snow,  arranged  so  as  to  make  the  shape  of 
a  beehive,  all  frozen  together,  and  with  a  win- 
dow of  ice.  It  made  her  shiver  to  think  of 
going  in,  but  she  thought  the  white  bear  might 
come  after  her,  and  in  she  went.  Even  her 
little  head  had  to  bend  under  the  low  doorway, 
and  behold,  it  was  the  very  closest,  stuffiest,  if 
not  the  hottest,  place  she  had  ever  been  in ! 
There  was  a  kind  of  lamp  burning  in  the  hut; 
that  is,  a  wick  was  floating  in  some  oil,  but  there 
was  no  glass,  such  as  Lucy  had  been  apt  to 
think  the  chief  part  of  a  lamp,  and  all  around 
it,  squatted  upon  skins,  these  queer  little  stumpy 
figures,  dressed  so  much  alike  that  there  was 
no  knowing  the  men  from  the  women,  except 
that  the  woman  had  much  the  biggest  boots, 
and   used   them   instead   of  pockets,    and    they 


"  Is  that  the  way  you  get  fish  ?  "  she  asked. 

(Onoaland.) 


GREENLAND.  53 

had    their   babies   in    bags    of   skin    upon    their 
backs. 

They  seemed  to  be  kind  people,  for  they 
made  room  by  their  lamp  for  the  little  girl, 
and  asked  her  where  she  had  been  wrecked, 
and  then  one  of  the  women  cut  off  a  great 
lump  of  raw  something  —  was  it  a  walrus,  with 
that  round  head  and  big  tusks  ?  —  and  held  it 
up  to  her;  and  when  Lucy  shook  her  head 
and  said,  "  No,  thank  you,"  as  civilly  as  she 
could,  the  woman  tore  it  in  two,  and  handed  a 
lump  over  her  shoulder  to  her  baby,  who  began 
to  gnaw  it.  Then  her  first  friend,  the  little  boy, 
hoping  to  please  her  better,  offered  her  some 
drink.  Ah,  it  was  oil,  just  like  the  oil  that  was 
burning  in  the  lamp!  —  horrid  train  oil  from 
the  whales  !  She  could  not  help  shaking  her 
head,  so  much  that  she  woke  herself  up ! 


CHAPTER   V. 

TIROL. 

"  Suppose  and  suppose  I  could  see  where  that 
dear  little  black  chamois  horn  came  from !  But 
Mother  Bunch  can't  tell  me  about  that,  I'm 
afraid,  for  she  always  went  by  sea,  and  here's 
the  Tirol  without  one  bit  of  sea  near  it.  It's 
just  one  of  the  strings  to  the  great  knot  of  moun- 
tains that  tie  Europe  up  in  the  middle.  Oh, 
what  is  a  mountain  like  ?  " 

Then  suddenly  came  on  Lucy's  ears  a  loud 
blast  like  a  trumpet ;  another  answered  it  farther 
off,  another  fainter  still,  and  as  she  started  up 
she  found  she  was  standing  on  a  little  shelf  of 
green  grass,  with  steep  slopes  of  stones  and  rock 
above,  below,  and  around  her;  and  rising  up  all 
round  huge,  tall  hills,  their  smooth  slopes  green 
and  grassy,  but  in  the  steep  places  all  steep, 
stern  cliff  and  precipice,  and  as  they  were  seen 

54 


TIROL.  5  5 

farther  away  they  were  of  a  beautiful  purple,  like 
a  thunder-cloud.  Close  to  Lucy  grew  blue  gen- 
tians like  those  in  Mamma's  garden,  and  Alpine 
roses,  and  black  orchises,  but  she  did  not  know 
how  to  come  down,  and  was  getting  rather 
frightened  when  a  clear  little  voice  said,  "  Little 
lady,  have  you  lost  your  way?  Wait  till  the 
evening  hymn  is  over,  and  I'll  come  and  help 
you ; "  and  then  Lucy  stood  and  listened,  while 
from  all  the  peaks  whence  the  horns  had  been 
blown  there  came  the  strong,  sweet  sound  of  an 
evening  hymn,  all  joining  together,  while  there 
came  distant  echoes  of  others  farther  away. 
When  it  was  over,  one  shout  of  "Jodel "  echoed 
from  each  point,  and  then  all  was  still  except 
for  the  tinkling  of  a  little  cow-bell.  "  That's 
the  way  we  wish  each  other  good-night,"  said  the 
little  girl,  as  the  shadows  mounted  high  on  the 
tops  of  the  mountains,  leaving  them  only  peaks 
of  rosy  light.  "  Now  come  to  the  chalet,  and 
sister  Rose  will  give  you  some  milk." 

"  Help  me.     I'm  afraid,"  said  Lucy. 

"  That  is  nothing,"  said  the  mountain  maiden, 
springing  up  to  her  like  a  kid,  in  spite  of  her 


56  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

great  heavy  shoes  ;  "  you  should  see  the  places 
Father  and  Seppel  climb  when  they  hunt  the 
chamois." 

"  What  is  your  name  ? "  asked  Lucy,  who 
much  liked  the  looks  of  her  little  companion  in 
her  broad  straw  hat,  with  a  bunch  of  Alpine 
roses  in  it,  her  thick  striped  frock,  and  white 
body  and  sleeves,  braced  with  black  ribbon ;  it 
was  such  a  pleasant,  fresh,  open  face,  with  rosy 
cheeks  and  kindly  blue  eyes,  that  Lucy  felt  quite 
at  home. 

"  I  am  little  Katherl.  This  is  the  first  time  I 
have  come  up  with  Rose  to  the  chalet,  for  I  am 
big  enough  to  milk  the  cows  now.  Ah,  do  you 
see  Use,  the  black  one  with  a  white  tuft?  She 
is  our  leading  cow,  and  she  knows  it,  the  darling. 
She  never  lets  the  others  get  into  dangerous 
places  they  cannot  come  off;  she  leads  them 
home,  at  a  sound  of  the  horn  ;  and  when  we  go 
back  to  the  village,  she  will  lead  the  herd  with  a 
nosegay  on  the  point  of  each  horn,  and  a  wreath 
around  her  neck.  The  men  will  come  up  and 
fetch  us,  Seppel  and  all,  and  may  be  Seppel  will 
bring  the  medal  for  shooting  with  the  rifle." 


i  Ah !  Cecco,  Cecco,"  cried  the  little  girl,  pausing  as  she  beat  her  tambourine. 

(Italy  ) 


ITALY.  47 

with  pipes  leading  off  into  other  vessels  around. 
Into  it  went  the  grapes,  and  in  the  midst  were 
men  and  boys  and  little  children,  all  with  bare 
feet  and  legs  up  to  the  knees,  dancing  and 
leaping,  and  bounding  and  skipping  upon  the 
grapes,  while  the  red  juice  covered  their  brown 
skins. 

"  Come  in,  come  in ;  you  don't  know  how 
charming  it  is ! "  cried  Cecco.  "  It  is  the  best 
time  of  all  the  year,  the  dear  vintage ;  come 
and  tread  the  grapes." 

"  But  you  must  take  off  your  shoes  and  stock- 
ings," said  his  sister,  Nunziata ;  "  we  never  wear 
them  but  on  Sundays  and  holidays." 

Lucy  was  not  sure  that  she  might,  but  the 
children  looked  so  joyous,  and  it  seemed  to  be 
such  fun,  that  she  began  fumbling  with  the 
buttons  of  her  boots,  and  while  she  was  doing 
it  she  opened  her  eyes,  and  found  that  her 
beautiful  bunch  of  grapes  was  only  the  cushion 
in  the  bottom  of  Mother  Bunch's  chair. 


CHAPTER   IV. 

GREENLAND. 

"  Suppose  and  suppose  I  tried  what  the  very 
cold  countries  are  like  !  " 

And  Lucy  bent   over   the   globe   till   she  was 

nearly    ready    to    cut    her    head     off    with     the 

brass  meridian,  as  she  looked  at  the  long  jagged 

tongue,   with   no   particular   top    to    it,    hanging 

down  on  the  east  side  of  America.     Perhaps  it 

was  the  making  herself  so  cold  that  did  it,  but 

she  found   herself  in   the   midst  of  snow,  snow, 

snow.     All  was  snow  except  the  sea,   and  that 

was  a  deep   green,    and    in    it    were    monstrous 

floating   white    things,    pinnacled    all    over    like 

the  Cathedral,  and  as  big,  and  with  hollows  in 

them    of   glorious    deep    blue    and    green,    like 

jewels ;    Lucy    knew    they    were    icebergs.      A 

sort  of   fringe    of    these    cliffs    of    ice    hemmed 

m  the  shore.    And  on  one  of  them  stood  what 

48 


1  Help  me-  I'm  afraid,"  said  Lucy. 


(Tyrol.) 


TIROL.  59 

"  But  what  do  you  do  up  here  ?  " 

"  We  girls  go  up  for  the  summer  with  the 
cows  to  the  pastures,  the  grass  is  so  rich  and 
good  on  the  mountains,  and  we  make  butter 
and  cheese.  Wait,  and  you  shall  taste.  Sit 
down  on  that  stone." 

Lucy  was  glad  to  hear  this  promise,  for  the 
fresh  mountain  air  had  made  her  hungry. 
Katherl  skipped  away  toward  a  house  with  a 
projecting  wooden  balcony,  and  deep  eaves, 
beautifully  carved,  and  came  back  with  a  slice 
of  bread  and  delicious  butter,  and  a  good  piece 
of  cheese,  all  on  a  wooden  platter,  and  a  little 
bowl  of  new  milk.  Lucy  thought  she  had  never 
tasted  anything  so  nice. 

"  And  now  the  gracious  little  lady  will  rest  a 
little  while,"  said  Katherl,  "  whilst  I  go  and  help 
Rosel  to  strain  the  milk." 

So  Lucy  waited,  but  she  felt  so  tired  with  her 
scramble  that  she  could  not  help  nodding  off  to 
sleep,  though  she  would  have  liked  very  much  to 
have  stayed  longer  with  the  dear  little  Tirolese. 
But  we  know  by  this  time  where  she  always 
found  herself  when  she  awoke. 


CHAPTER  VI. 


AFRICA. 


Oh,  oh !  here  is  the  little  dried  crocodile 
come  alive,  and  opening  a  horrible  great  mouth 
lined  with  terrible  teeth  at  her. 

No,  he  is  no  longer  in  the  museum ;  he  is  in 
a  broad  river,  yellow,  heavy,  and  thick  with 
mud ;  the  borders  are  crowded  with  enormous 
reeds  and  rushes ;  there  is  no  getting  through ; 
no  breaking  away  from  him ;  here  he  comes ; 
horrid,  horrid  beast !  Oh,  how  could  Lucy  have 
been  so  foolish  as  to  want  to  travel  in  Africa  up 
to  the  higher  parts  of  the  Nile  ?  How  will  she 
ever  get  back  again  ?  He  will  gobble  her  up, 
her  and  Clare,  who  was  trusted  to  her,  and 
whatever  will  Mamma  and  sister  do  ? 

Hark |  "there's  a  cry,  a  great  shout,  and  out 
jumps  a«fittle  black  figure,  with  a  stout  club  in 
his  haridi;  smash  it  goes  down  on  the  head  of 


60 


AFRICA.  65 

Tojo's  own  mother,  a  very  fat  woman  indeed, 
holds  out  her  arms,  as  big  as  bed-posts  and 
terribly  greasy,  gives  her  a  dose  of  sour  milk 
out  of  a  gourd,  makes  her  lie  down  with  her 
head  in  her  lap,  and  begins  to  sing  to  her,  till 
Lucy  goes  to  sleep ;  and  wakes,  very  glad  to  see 
the  crocodile  as  brown,  and  hard,  and  immovable 
as  ever,  and  that  odd  round  gourd,  with  a  little 
hole  in  it,  hanging  up  from  the  ceiling. 


CHAPTER   VII. 

LAPLANDERS. 

"  It  shall  not  be  a  hot  country  next  time,"  said 
Lucy,  "  though,  after  all,  the  whale-oil  was  not 
much  worse  than  the  castor-oil.  Mother  Bunch, 
did  your  whaler  always  go  to  Greenland,  and 
never  to  any  nicer  place  ?  " 

"  Well,  Missie,  once  we  were  driven  between 
foul  winds  and  icebergs  up  into  a  fiord  near 
North  Cape,  right  at  midsummer,  and  I'll  never 
forget  what  we  saw  there." 

Lucy  was  not  likely  to  forget,  either,  for  she 
found  herself  standing  by  a  narrow  inlet  of  sea, 
as  blue  and  smooth  as  a  lake,  and  closely  shut 
in,  except  on  the  west,  with  red  rocky  hills  and 
precipices  with  pine-trees  growing  on  them, 
except  where  the  bare  rock  was  too  steep,  or 
where,  on  a  somewhat  smoother  shelf,  stood  a 
timbered  house,  with  a  farm-yard  and  barns  all 

66 


LAPLANDERS.  6? 

around  it.  But  the  odd  thing  was  that  the  sun 
was  where  she  had  never  seen  him  before, — 
quite  in  the  north,  making  all  the  shadows  come 
the  wrong  way.  But  how  came  the  sun  to  be 
visible  at  all  so  very  late?  Ah,  she  knew  it 
now ;  this  was  Norway,  and  there  was  no  night 
at  all ! 

And  here  beside  her  was  a  little  fellow  with  a 
bow  and  arrows  such  as  she  had  never  seen 
before,  except  in  the  hands  of  the  little  Cupids 
in  the  pictures  in  the  drawing-room.  Mother 
Bunch  had  said  that  the  little  brown  boys  in 
India  looked  like  the  bronze  Cupid  who  was  on 
the  mantel-shelf,  but  this  little  boy  was  white,  or 
rather  sallow-faced,  and  well  dressed,  too,  in  a 
tight,  round,  leather  cap,  and  a  dark  blue  kind 
of  shaggy  gown  with  hairy  leggings;  and  what 
he  was  shooting  at  was  some  kind  of  wild  duck 
or  goose,  that  came  heavily  tumbling  down  with 
the  arrow  right  across  its  neck. 

"  There,"  said  the  boy,  "  I'll  take  that,  and  sell 
it  to  the  Norse  bonder's  wife  up  in  the  house 
above  there." 

"  Who  are  you,  then  ?  "  said  Lucy. 


68  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

"  I'm  a  Lapp.  We  live  on  the  hills,  where  the 
Norseman  has  not  driven  us  away,  and  the  rein- 
deer find  their  grass  in  summer  and  their  moss 
in  winter." 

"  Oh,  have  you  got  reindeer  ?  I  should  so 
like  to  see  them  and  to  drive  in  a  sledge  ! " 

The  boy,  whose  name  was  Peder,  laughed  and 
said,  "  You  can't  go  in  a  sledge  except  when  it  is 
winter,  with  snow  and  ice  to  go  upon,  but  I'll 
soon  show  you  a  reindeer." 

Then  he  led  the  way,  past  the  deliciously 
smelling,  whispering  pine-woods  that  sheltered 
the  Norwegian  homestead,  starting  a  little  aside 
when  a  great,  tall,  fair-faced,  fair-haired  Norse 
farmer  came  striding  along,  singing  some  old,  old 
song,  as  he  carried  a  heavy  log  on  his  shoulder, 
past  a  seater  or  mountain  meadow  where  the  girls 
were  pasturing  their  cows,  much  like  Lucy's 
friends  in  the  Tirol,  out  upon  the  gray  moorland, 
where  there  was  an  odd  little  cluster  of  tents 
covered  with  skins,  and  droll  little,  short,  stumpy 
people  running  about  them. 

Peder  gave  a  curious  long  cry,  put  his  hand 
in  his  pocket,  and  pulled  out  a   lump  of  salt ; 


Ami  here  b*Ride  her  was  a  little  fellow  with  a  bow  and  arrow*  «*"h  as  eh 
had  never  seen  before. 

(Lapland.) 


LAPLANDERS.  7 1 

presently,  a  pair  of  long  horns  appeared,  then 
another,  then  a  whole  herd  of  the  deer  with  big 
heads  and  horns  growing  a  good  deal  forward. 
The  salt  was  held  to  them,  and  a  rope  was 
fastened  to  all  their  horns  that  they  might  stand 
still  in  a  line,  while  the  little  Lapp  women 
milked  them.  Peder  went  up  to  one  of  the 
women,  arid  brought  back  a  little  cupful  for  his 
visitor ;  it  was  all  that  one  deer  gave,  but  it  was 
so  rich  as  to  be  almost  like  drinking  cream.  He 
led  her  into  one  of  the  tents,  but  it  was  very 
smoky,  and  not  much  cleaner  than  the  Esqui- 
maux. It  is  a  wonder  how  Lucy  could  go  to 
sleep  there,  but  she  did,  heartily  wishing  herself 
somewhere  else. 


CHAPTER  VIII. 

CHINA. 

Was  it  the  scent  of  the  perfume  tea,  a  pres- 
ent from  an  old  sailor  friend,  which  Mrs.  Bunker 
was  putting  away,  or  was  it  the  sight  of  the  red 
jar  ornamented  with  little  black  and  gold  men, 
with  round  caps,  long  petticoats,  and  pigtails, 
that  caused  Lucy  next  to  open  her  eyes  upon 
a  cane  sofa,  with  cushions  ornamented  with 
figures  in  colored  silks  ?  The  floor  of  the 
room  was  of  shining  inlaid  wood,  there  were 
beautifully  woven  mats  all  around  ;  stands  made 
of  red  lacquer  work,  and  seats  of  cane  and  bam- 
boo ;  and  there  was  a  round  window,  through 
which  could  be  seen  a  beautiful  garden,  full  of 
flowering  shrubs  and  trees,  a  clear  pond  lined 
with  colored  tiles  in  the  middle,  and  over  the 
wall  the  gilded  roof  of  a  pagoda,  like  an  um- 
brella, only  all   in   ridge   and  furrow,   and  with 

72 


CHINA.  73 

a  little  bell  at  every  spoke.  Beyond  were  beauti- 
fully and  fantastically  shaped  hills,  and  a  lake 
below  with  pleasure  boats  on  it.  It  was  all 
wonderfully  like  being  upon  a  bowl  come  to 
life,  and  Lucy  knew  she  was  in  China,  even 
before  there  came  into  the  room,  toddling  upon 
her  poor  little  tiny  feet,  a  young  lady  with 
a  small  yellow  face,  little  slips  of  eyes  sloping 
upwards  from  her  flat  nose,  and  back  hair 
combed  up  very  tight  from  her  face,  and  twisted 
up  with  flowers  and  ornaments.  She  had  ever 
so  many  robes  on,  the  edge  of  one  peeping  out 
below  the  other,  and  at  the  top  a  sort  of  blue 
China-crape  tunic,  with  very  wide  loose  sleeves 
drooping  an  immense  way  from  her  hands. 
There  was  no  gathering  in  at  the  waist,  and  it 
reached  to  her  knees,  where  a  still  more  splen- 
did white  silk,  embroidered,  trailed  along.  She 
had  a  big  fan  in  her  hand,  but  when  she  saw 
the  visitor  she  went  up  to  a  beautiful  little 
low  table,  with  an  ivory  frill  around  it,  where 
stood  some  dainty,  delicate  teacups  and  saucers. 
Into  one  of  these  she  put  a  little  ball,  about 
as  big  as  an  oak  apple,   of  tea-leaves;  a  maid 


74  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

dressed  like  herself  poured  hot  water  on  it,  and 
handed  it  on  a  lacquer-work  tray.  Lucy  took 
it,  said,  "  Thank  you,"  and  then  waited. 

"  Is  it  not  good  ?  "  said  the  little  hostess. 

"  It  must  be !  You  are  the  real  tea  people," 
said  Lucy,  "but  I  was  waiting  for  sugar  and 
milk." 

"  That  would  spoil  it,"  said  the  Chinese 
damsel ;  "  only  outer  barbarians  would  think 
of  such  a  thing.  And,  ah,  I  see  you  are  one ! 
See,  Ki-hi,  what  monstrous  feet !  " 

"  They  are  not  bigger  than  your  maid's,"  said 
Lucy,  rather  disgusted.  "  Why  are  yours  so 
small  ? " 

"  Because  my  mother  and  nurse  took  care  of 
me  when  I  was  a  baby,  and  bound  them  up  that 
they  might  not  grow  big  and  ugly  like  the  poor 
creatures  who  have  to  run  about  for  their  hus- 
bands, feed  silkworms,  and  tend  ducks  !  " 

"  But  shouldn't  you  like  to  walk  without  almost 
tumbling  down  ?  "  said  Lucy. 

"  No,  indeed  !  Me,  a  daughter  of  a  mandarin 
of  the  blue  button !  You  are  a  mere  barbarian 
to  think  a  lady  ought  to  want  to  walk.     Do  you 


Is  it  not  good?  "  said  the  little  hostess. 


(China.) 


CHINA.  77 

not  see  that  I  never  do  anything  ?  Look  at  my 
lovely  nails." 

"  I  think  they  are  claws,"  said  Lucy ;  "  do  you 
never  break  them  ?  " 

"  No ;  when  they  are  a  little  longer,  I  shall 
wear  silver  shields  for  them,  as  my  mother 
does." 

"  And  do  you  really  never  work  ?  " 

"  I  should  think  not,"  said  the  young  lady, 
scornfully  fanning  herself;  "  I  leave  that  to  the 
common  folk,  who  are  obliged.  Come  with  me, 
and  let  me  lean  on  you,  and  I  will  give  you  a 
peep  through  the  lattice,  that  you  may  see  that 
my  father  is  far  above  making  his  daughter 
work.  See,  there  he  sits,  with  his  moustachios 
hanging  down  to  his  chin,  and  his  tail  to  his 
heels,  and  the  blue  dragon  embroidered  on  his 
breast,  watching  while  they  prepare  the  hall  for 
a  grand  dinner.  There  will  be  a  stew  of  puppy 
dog,  and  another  of  kittens,  and  bird's-nest  soup ; 
and  then  the  players  will  come  and  act  a  part  of 
the  nine-night  tragedy,  and  we  will  look  through 
the  lattice.  Ah,  father  is  smoking  opium,  that 
he  may  be  serene  and  in  good  spirits !     Does  it 


7 8  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

make  your  head  ache  ?  Ah,  that  is  because  you 
are  a  mere  outer  barbarian.  She  is  asleep,  Ki-hi ; 
lay  her  on  the  sofa,  and  let  her  sleep.  How  ugly 
her  pale  hair  is,  almost  as  ba A  as  her  big 
feet!" 


CHAPTER   IX. 

KAMSCHATKA. 

Lucy  had  been  disappointed  of  a  drive  with 
the  reindeer,  and  she  had  been  telling  Don  how 
useful  his  relations  were  in  other  places.  Behold, 
she  awoke  in  a  wide  plain,  where,  as  far  as  her 
eyes  could  reach,  there  was  nothing  but  snow. 
The  few  fir-trees  that  stood  in  the  distance  were 
heavily  laden  ;  and  Lucy  herself,  where  was  she  ? 
Going  very  fast  ?  Yes,  whisking  over  the  snow 
with  all  her  might  and  main,  and  muffled  up  in 
cloaks  and  furs,  as  indeed  was  necessary,  for  her 
breath  froze  upon  the  big  muffler  around  her 
throat,  so  that  it  seemed  to  be  standing  up  in  a 
wall,  and  by  her  side  was  a  little  boy,  muffled  up 
quite  as  close,  with  a  cap,  or  rather  hood,  casing 
his  whole  head,  his  hands  gloved  in  fur  up  to  the 
elbows,  and  long  fur  boots.  He  had  an  immense 
long  whip  in  his  hand,  and  was  flourishing  it,  and 

79 


80  LITTLE   LUCY'S   WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

striking  with  it — at  what?  They  were  an  enor- 
mous way  off  from  him,  but  they  really  were  very 
big  dogs,  rushing  along  like  the  wind,  and  bear- 
ing along  with  them  —  what  ?  Lucy's  ambition, 
—  a  sledge,  a  thing  without  wheels,  but  gliding 
along  most  rapidly  on  the  hard  snow;  flying, 
flying  almost  fast  enough  to  take  away  her 
breath,  and  leaving  birds,  foxes,  and  any  creature 
she  saw  for  one  instant  far  behind.  And  —  what 
was  very  odd  —  the  young  driver  had  no  reins ; 
he  shouted  at  the  dogs  and  now  and  then  threw 
a  stick  at  them,  and  they  quite  seemed  to  under- 
stand, and  turned  when  he  wanted  them.  L^cy 
wondered  how  he  or  they  knew  the  way,  it  all 
seemed  such  a  waste  of  snow ;  and  after  feeling 
at  first  as  if  the  rapidity  of  their  course  made  her 
unable  to  speak,  she  ventured  on  gasping  out, 
"  Well,  I've  been  in  an  express  train,  but  this 
beats  it!     Where  are  you  going?" 

"  To  Petropawlowsky,  to  change  these  skins 
for  whiskey,  and  coffee,  and  rice,"  answered  the 
boy. 

"  What  skins  are  they  ?  "  asked  Lucy. 

"Bears'  —  big  brown  bears  that  Father  killed 


Whisking-  over  the  snow  with  all  her  might  and  main,  muffled  up  in  cloaks 
and  furs. 


KAMSCHA  TKA.  8  3 

in  a  cave  —  and  wolves',  and  those  of  the  little 
ermine  and  sable  that  we  trap.  We  get  much, 
much  for  the  white  ermine  and  his  black  tail. 
Father's  coming  in  another  sledge  with,  oh !  such 
a  big  pile.  Don't  you  hear  his  dogs  yelp?  We'll 
win  the  race  yet !  Ugh  !  hoo  !  hoo  !  ho-o-o-o  ! 
on  !  on  !  lazy  ones,  on,  I  say ;  don't  let  the  old 
dogs  catch  the  young !  " 

Crack,  crack,  went  the  whip  ;  the  dogs  yelped 
with  eagerness, — they  don't  bark,  those  Northern 
dogs ;  the  little  Kamschatkadale  bawled  louder 
and  louder,  and  never  saw  when  Lucy  rolled  off 
behind,  and  was  left  in  the  middle  of  a  huge  snow- 
drift, while  he  flew  on  with  his  load. 

Here  were  his  father's  dogs  overtaking  her, 
picking  her  —  some  one  picking  her  up.  No,  it 
was  Don!  and  here  was  Mrs.  Bunker  exclaiming, 
"  Well,  I  never  thought  to  find  Miss  Lucy  in  no 
better  a  place  than  on  Master's  old  bearskin  !  " 


CHAPTER   X. 

THE    TURK. 

"What  a  beautiful  long  necklace,  Mrs.  Bunker! 
May  I  have  it  for  Lonicera  ?  " 

"  You  may  play  with  it  while  you  are  here, 
Missie,  if  you'll  take  care  not  to  break  the  string, 
but  it  is  too  curious  for  you  to  take  home  and 
lose.  It  is  what  they  call  a  Turkish  rosary;  they 
say  it  is  made  of  rose  leaves,  reduced  to  a  paste 
and  squeezed  ever  so  hard  together,  and  that  the 
poor  ladies  that  are  shut  up  in  the  harems  have 
little  or  nothing  to  do  but  to  run  them  through 
their  fingers. " 

"  It  has  a  very  nice  smell,"  said  Lucy,  examin- 
ing the  dark  brown  beads,  which  hung  rather 
loosely  on  their  string,  and  letting  them  fall  one 
by  one  through  her  hands,  till  of  course  that 
happened  which  she  was  hoping  for;  she  woke 
on  a  long  low  sofa,  in  the  midst  of  a  room  all 


THE    TURK.  85 

carpet  and  cushions,  in  bright  colors  and  gor- 
geous patterns,  curling  about  with  no  particular 
meaning;  and  with  a  window  of  rich  brass 
lattice-work. 

And  by  her  side  there  was  an  odd  bubbling, 
that  put  her  in  mind  of  blowing  the  soap-suds 
into  a  honeycomb  when  preparing  them  for 
bubble  blowing ;  but  when  she  looked  around  she 
saw  something  very  unlike  the  long  pipes  her 
brothers  called  "churchwardens,"  or  the  basin 
of  soap-suds.  There  was  a  beautifully  shaped 
glass  bottle,  and  into  it  went  a  long,  long  twist- 
ing tube,  like  a  snake,  coiled  on  the  floor,  and 
the  other  end  of  the  serpent,  instead  of  a  head, 
had  an  amber  mouthpiece  which  went  between 
a  pair  of  lips.  Lucy  knew  it  for  a  hubble-bubble 
or  narghile,  and  saw  that  the  lips  were  in  a 
brown  face,  with  big  black  eyes,  around  which 
dark  bluish  circles  were  drawn.  The  jet  black 
hair  was  carefully  braided  with  jewels,  and  over 
it  was  thrown  a  great  rose-colored  gauze  veil ; 
there  was  a  loose  purple  satin  sort  of  pelisse  over 
a  white  silk  embroidered  vest,  tied  in  with  a  sash, 
striped  with  all  manner  of  colors,  also  immense, 


$6  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDkRFUL   GLOBE. 

wide,  white  muslin  trousers,  out  of  which  peeped 
a  pair  of  brown  bare  feet,  which,  however,  had  a 
splendid  pair  of  slippers  curled  up  at  the  toes. 

The  owner  seemed  to  Le  very  •  little  older 
than  Lucy,  and  sat  gravely  looking  at  her  for  a 
little  while,  then  clapped  her  hands.  A  black 
woman  came,  and  the  young  Turkish  maiden 
said  "  Bring  coffee  for  the  little  Frank  lady." 

So  a  tiny  table  of  mother-of-pearl  was  brought, 
and  on  it  some  exquisite  little  striped  porcelain 
cups,  standing  not  in  saucers,  but  in  silver  fili- 
gree cups  into  which  they  exactly  fitted.  Lucy 
remembered  her  Chinese  experience,  and  did  not 
venture  to  ask  for  milk  or  sugar,  but  she  found 
that  the  real  Turkish  coffee  was  so  pure  and 
delicate  that  she  could  bear  to  drink  it  without. 

"  Where  are  your  jewels  ? "  then  asked  the 
little  hostess. 

"  I'm  not  old  enough  to  have  any." 

"  How  old  are  you  ?  " 

"  Nine." 

"  Nine  I  I'm  only  ten,  and  I  shall  be  married 
next  week." 

"  Married !  Oh,  no,  you  are  joking !  " 


«  Married '.    Oh,  no,  you  ar«  joktag." 


(Tfcc  Tmfe.) 


THE    TURK.  89 

"  Yes,  I  shall.  Selim  Bey  has  paid  my  father 
the  dowry  for  me,  and  I  shall  be  taken  to  his 
house  next  week." 

"  And  I  suppose  you  like  him  very  much." 

"  He  looks  big  and  tall,"  said  the  child,  with 
exultation.  "  I  saw  him  riding  when  I  went 
with  my  mother  to  the  Sweet  Waters.  '  Amina/ 
she  said,  '  there  is  your  lord,  in  the  Frankish 
coat,  —  with  the  white  horse.' " 

"  Have  you  not  talked  to  him  ?  " 

"  What  should  I  do  that  for  ?  " 

"  Aunt  Bessie  used  to  like  to  talk  to  nobody 
but  Uncle  Frank  before  they  were  married." 

"  I  shall  talk  enough  when  I  am  married.  I 
shall  make  him  give  me  plenty  of  sweetmeats, 
and  a  carriage  with  two  handsome  bullocks,  and 
the  biggest  Nubian  black  slave  in  the  market  to 
drive  me  to  Sweet  Waters,  in  a  thin  blue  veil, 
with  all  my  jewels  on.  Father  says  that  Selim 
Bey  will  give  me  everything,  and  a  Frank  gover- 
ness. What  is  a  governess  ?  Is  it  anything  like 
the  little  gold  case  you  have  around  your 
neck  ? " 

"  My  locket  with  Mamma's  hair !     Oh,  no,  no," 


90  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

said  Lucy,  laughing ;  "  a  governess  is  a  lady  to 
teach  you." 

"  I  don't  want  to  learn  any  more,"  said  Amina, 
much  disgusted ;  "  I  shall  tell  him  I  can  make 
a  pilau,  and  dry  sweetmeats,  and  roll  rose  leaves. 
What  should  I  learn  for  ?  " 

"  Should  you  not  like  to  read  and  write  ? " 

"  Teaching  is  only  meant  for  men.  They  have 
got  to  read  the  Koran,  but  it  is  all  ugly  letters ; 
I  won't  learn  to  read." 

"  You  don't  know  how  nice  it  is  to  read  stories, 
and  all  about  different  countries.  Ah,  I  wish 
I  was  in  the  schoolroom,  and  I  would  show  you 
how  pleasant  it  is." 

And  Lucy  seemed  to  have  her  wish  all  at  once, 
for  she  and  Amina  stood  in  her  own  schoolroom, 
but  with  no  one  else  there.  The  first  thing 
Amina  did  was  to  scream,  "  Oh,  what  shocking 
windows  !  Even  men  can  see  in ;  shut  them  up." 
She  rolled  herself  up  in  her  veil,  and  Lucy  could 
only  satisfy  her  by  pulling  down  all  the  blinds, 
after  which  she  ventured  to  look  about  a  little. 
"  What  have  you  to  sit  on  ? "  she  asked,  with 
great  disgust 


THE    TURK.  91 

"  Chairs  and  stools,"  said  Lucy,  laughing,  and 
showing  them. 

"  These  little  tables  with  four  legs  J  How  can 
you  sit  on  them  ?  " 

Lucy  sat  down  and  showed  her.  "  That  is 
not  sitting,"  she  said,  and  tried  to  curl  herself 
up  cross-legged ;  "  I  can't  dangle  down  my 
legs." 

"  Our  governess  always  makes  us  write  out 
a  tense  of  a  French  verb  if  she  sees  us  sitting 
with  our  legs  crossed,"  said  Lucy,  laughing  with 
much  amusement  at  Amina's  attempts  to  wrig- 
gle herself  up  on  the  stool,  whence  she  nearly 
fell. 

"  Ah,  I  will  never  have  a  governess !  "  cried 
Amina.  "  I  will  cry,  and  cry,  and  give  Selim 
Bey  no  rest  till  he  promises  to  let  me  alone. 
What  a  dreadful  place  this  is !  Where  can  you 
sleep?" 

"  In  bed,  to  be  sure,"  said  Lucy. 

"  I  see  no  cushions  to  lie  on." 

"  No ;  we  have  bedrooms,  and  beds  there. 
We  should  not  think  of  taking  off  our  clothes 
here." 


92  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

v  What  should  you  undress  for  ?  " 

"  To  sleep,  of  course." 

"  How  horrible !  We  sleep  in  our  clothes 
wherever  we  like  to  lie  down.  We  never 
undress  but  for  the  bath.  Do  you  go  to  the 
bath  ? " 

"  I  have  a  bath  every  morning,  when  I  get  up, 
in  my  own  room." 

"  Bathe  at  home !  Then  you  never  see  your 
friends  ?  We  meet  at  the  bath,  and  talk  and 
play  and  laugh." 

"  Meet  bathing !  No,  indeed !  We  meet  at 
home,  and  out-of-doors,"  said  Lucy;  "my  friend 
Annie  and  I  walk  together." 

"  Walk  together !  What,  in  the  street  ?  Shock- 
ing !     You  cannot  be  a  lady." 

"  Indeed  I  am,"  said  Lucy,  coloring  up. 
"  My  Papa  is  a  gentleman.  And  see  how  many 
books  we  have,  and  how  much  we  have  to  learn ! 
French,  and  music,  and  sums,  and  grammar,  and 
history,  and  geography." 

"  I  will  not  be  a  Frank!  No,  no!  I  will  not 
learn,"  said  the  alarmed  Amina  at  hearing  this 
catalogue  poured  forth. 


"I  will  show  you  where  you  live.    This  is  Constantinople." 

(The  Turk.) 


THE    TURK.  95 

"  Geography  is  very  nice,"  said  Lucy ;  "  here 
are  our  maps.  I  will  show  you  where  you  live. 
This  is  Constantinople." 

"  I  live  at  Stamboul,"  said  Amina,  scornfully. 

"There  is  Stamboul  in  little  letters  below, — 
look." 

"  That  Stamboul !  The  Frank  girl  is  false. 
Stamboul  is  a  large,  large,  beautiful  place  ;  not 
a  little  black  speck.  I  can  see  it  from  my  lat- 
tice. White  houses  and  mosques  in  the  sun,  and 
the  blue  Golden  Horn,  with  the  little  caiques 
gliding." 

Before  Lucy  could  explain,  the  door  opened, 
and  one  of  her  brothers  put  in  his  head.  At  once 
Amina  began  to  scream  and  roll  herself  in  the 
window  curtain.  "  A  man  in  the  harem  !  Oh  ! 
oh  !  oh  !  Were  there  no  slippers  at  the  door  ?  " 
And  her  screaming  brought  Lucy  awake  at 
Uncle  Joe's  again. 


CHAPTER   XI. 

SWITZERLAND. 

"  I  liked  the  little  mountain  girl  best  of  all," 
thought  Lucy.  "  I  wonder  whether  I  shall  ever 
get  among  the  mountains  again.  There's  a 
great  stick  in  the  corner  that  Uncle  Joe  calls 
his  alpenstock.  I'll  go  and  read  the  names  upon 
it.  They  are  all  the  mountains  where  he  has 
used  it." 

She  read  Mont  Blanc,  Mont  Cenis,  the  Wen- 

gern,  and  so  on ;  and  of  course,  as  she  read  and 

sung   them  over  to  herself,  they  lulled    her    off 

into  her  wonderful  dreams,  and  brought  her  this 

time  into  a  meadow,  steep  and  sloping,  but  full 

of  flowers,    the    loveliest    flowers,    of   all    kinds, 

growing  among  the  long  grass  that  waved  over 

them.     The  fresh,  clear  air  was  so  delicious  that 

she  almost  hoped  she  was  gone  back  to  her  dear 

Tirol;  but  the  hills    were   not    the    same.     She 

96 


SWITZERLAND.  97 

saw  upon  the  slope  quantities  of  cows,  goats, 
and  sheep,  feeding  just  as  on  the  Tirolese  Alps; 
but  beyond  was  a  dark  row  of  pines,  and  up 
above,  in  the  sky  as  it  were,  rose  all  around  great 
sharp  points,  —  like  clouds  for  their  whiteness, 
but  not  in  their  straight,  jagged  outlines;  and 
here  and  there  the  deep  gray  clefts  between  them 
seemed  to  spread  into  white  rivers,  or  over  the 
ruddy  purple  of  the  half-distance  came  sharp 
white  lines  darting  downwards. 

As  she  sat  up  in  the  grass  and  looked  about 
her,  a  bark  startled  her.  A  dog  began  to  growl, 
bark,  and  dance  around  her,  so  that  she  would 
have  been  much  frightened  if  the  next  moment 
a  voice  had  not  called  him  off :  "  Fie,  Brilliant, 
down  ;  let  the  little  girl  alone.  Fi,  done  !  He 
is  good,  mademoiselle,  never  fear!  He  helps 
me  keep  the  cows." 

"  Who  are  you,  then  ?  " 

"  I  am  Maurice,  the  little  herdboy.  I  live 
with  my  grandmother  and  work  for  her." 

"  What,  in  keeping  cows  ? " 

"  Yes ;  and  look  here !  " 

"  Oh,  the  delicious  little  cottage !     It  has  eaves 


98  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

and  windows,  and  balconies,  and  a  door,  and 
little  cows  and  sheep,  and  men  and  women,  all 
in  pretty  white  wood!  You  did  not  make  it, 
Maurice  ? " 

"  Yes,  truly,  I  did ;  I  cut  it  out  with  my  knife, 
all  myself." 

"  How  clever  you  must  be.  And  what  shall 
you  do  with  it  ?  " 

"  I  shall  watch  for  a  carriage  with  ladies  wind- 
ing  up  that  long  road;  and  then  I  shall  stand  and 
take  off  my  hat,  and  hold  out  my  cottage.  Per- 
haps they  will  buy  it,  and  then  I  shall  have 
enough  to  get  grandmother  a  warm  gown  for 
the  winter.  When  I  grow  bigger  I  will  be  a 
guide,  like  my  father." 

"A  guide?" 

"  Yes,  to  lead  travellers  up  the  mountain-tops. 
There  is  nowhere  you  English  will  not  go.  The 
harder  a  mountain  is  to  climb,  the  more  bent  you 
are  on  going  up.  And  oh,  I  shall  love  it,  too ! 
There  are  the  great  glaciers,  the  broad  streams  of 
ice  that  fill  up  the  furrows  of  the  mountains,  with 
the  crevasses  so  blue,  and  beautiful,  and  cruel.  It 
was  in  one  of  them  my  father  was  swallowed  up." 


:  I  out  it  out  with  my  knife,  all  myself." 

(Switzerland.) 


S  WITZERLAND.  I O I 

"  Ah,  then,  how  can  you  love  them  ? "  said 
Lucy. 

"  Because  they  are  so  grand  and  so  beautiful," 
said  Maurice.  "  No  other  place  has  the  like,  and 
they  make  one's  heart  swell  with  wonder,  and  joy 
in  the  God  who  made  them.  And  it  is  only  the 
brave  who  dare  to  climb  them !  " 

And  Maurice's  eyes  sparkled,  and  Lucy  looked 
at  the  clear,  stern  glory  of  the  mountain  points, 
and  felt  as  if  she  understood  him. 


CHAPTER   XII. 

THE     COSSACK. 

Caper,  caper;  dance,  dance.  What  a  wonder- 
ful dance  it  was,  just  as  if  the  little  fellow  had 
been  made  of  cork,  so  high  did  he  bound  the 
moment  he  touched  the  ground ;  while  he  jerked 
out  his  arms  and  legs  as  if  they  were  pulled  by 
strings,  like  the  Marionettes  that  had  once  per- 
formed in  the  front  of  the  window.  Only  his 
face  was  all  fun  and  life,  and  he  did  look  so 
proud  and  delighted  to  show  what  he  could  do ; 
and  it  was  all  in  clear,  fresh,  open  air,  the  whole 
extent  covered  with  short  green  grass,  upon  which 
were  grazing  herds  of  small,  lean  horses,  and 
flocks  of  sheep  without  tails,  but  with  their  wool 
puffed  out  behind  into  a  sort  of  bustle  or  panzer. 
There  was  a  cluster  of  clean,  white-looking 
houses  in  the  distance ;  and  Lucy  knew  that 
she  was  in  the  great  plains  called  the  Steppes, 


'7Thile  ha  jerked  out  his  arms  and  legs  as  if  they  were  palled  by  string*. 

(The  Conuk.) 


THE    COSSACK.  IO5 

that  lie  between  the  rivers  Volga  and  Don,  and 
may  be  either  in  Europe  or  Asia,  according  as 
you  look  at  an  old  map  or  new. 

"  Do  you  live  there  ? "  she  asked,  by  way  of 
beginning  the  conversation. 

"Yes;  my  father  is  the  hetman  of  the  Stan- 
titza,  and  these  are  my  holidays.  I  go  to  school 
at  Tcherkask  most  part  of  the  year." 

"  Tcherkask !     Oh,  what  a  funny  name  !  " 

"  And  you  would  think  it  a  funny  town  if  you 
were  there.  It  is  built  on  a  great  bog  by  the 
side  of  the  river  Volga ;  all  the  houses  stand  on 
piles  of  timber,  and  in  the  spring  the  streets  are 
full  of  water,  and  one  has  to  sail  about  in  boats." 

"  Oh,  that  must  be  delicious  !" 

"  I  don't  like  it  a  much  as  coming  home  and 
riding.  See ! "  and  as  he  whistled,  one  of  the 
horses  came  whinnying  up,  and  put  his  nose  over 
the  boy's  shoulder. 

"  Good  fellow !  But  your  horses  are  thin ; 
they  look  little." 

"  Little  !  "  cried  the  young  Cossack.  "  Why, 
do  you  know  what  our  little  horses  can  do? 
There  are  not  many  armies  in  Europe  that  they 


106  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

have  not  ridden  down,  at  one  time  or  another. 
Why,  the  church  at  Tcherkask  is  hung  all  around 
with  colors  we  have  taken  from  our  enemies. 
There's  the  Swede,  —  didn't  Charles  XII.  get  the 
worst  of  it  when  he  came  in  his  big  boots  after 
the  Cossack  ?  —  ay,  and  the  Turk,  and  the 
Austrian,  and  the  German,  ana  cue  French  ? 
Ah,  doesn't  my  grandfather  tell  how  he  rode  his 
good  little  horse  all  the  way  from  the  Volga  to 
the  Seine,  and  the  good  Czar  Alexander  himself 
gave  him  the  medal  with  '  Not  unto  us,  but  unto 
Thy  Name  be  the  praise  ? '  Our  father  the  Czar 
does  not  think  so  little  of  us  and  our  horses  as 
you  do,  young  lady." 

"  I  beg  your  pardon,"  said  Lucy ;  "  I  did  not 
know  what  your  horses  could  do." 

"  Oh,  you  did  not !  That  is  some  excuse  for 
you.     I'll  show  you." 

And  in  one  moment  he  was  on  the  back  of  his 
little  horse,  leaning  down  on  its  neck,  and  gallop- 
ing off  over  the  green  plain  like  the  wind;  but  it 
seemed  to  Lucy  as  if  she  had  only  just  watched 
him  out  of  sight  on  one  side  before  he  was  close 
to  her  on  the  other,  having  whirled  around  and 


THE   COSSACK.  107 

cantered  close  up  to  her  while  she  was  looking 
the  other  way.  "  Come  up  with  me,"  he  said ; 
and  in  one  moment  she  had  been  swept  up  before 
on  the  little  horse's  neck,  and  was  flying  so 
wildly  over  the  Steppes  that  her  breath  and  sense 
failed  her,  and  she  knew  no  more  till  she  was  safe 
by  Mrs.  Bunker's  fireside  again. 


CHAPTER   XIII. 

SPAIN. 

"  Suppose  and  suppose  I  go  to  sleep  again, 
what  should  I  like  to  see  next?  A  sunny 
place,  I  think,  where  there  is  sea  to  look  at. 
Shall  it  be  Spain,  and  shall  it  be  among  the  poor 
people  ?  Well,  I  think  I  should  like  it  to  be 
where  there  is  a  little  lady  girl.  I  hope  they  are 
not  all  as  lazy  and  conceited  as  the  Chinese  and 
the  Turk." 

So  Lucy  awoke  in  a  large  cool  room  with  a 
marble  floor  and  heavy  curtains,  but  with  little 
furniture  except  one  table,  and  a  row  of  chairs 
ranged  along  the  wall.  It  had  two  windows, 
one  looking  out  into  a  garden,  —  such  a  garden ! 
with  orange-trees  with  shining  leaves  and  green 
and  golden  fruit  and  white  flowers,  and  jessa- 
mines, and  great  lilies  standing  around  about  a 

marble  court,  in  the  midst  of  which  was  a  basin 

1 08 


SPAIN.  IO9 

of  red  marble,  where  a  fountain  was  playing, 
making  a  delicious  splashing;  and  out  beyond 
these  sparkled  in  the  sun  the  loveliest  and  most 
delicious  of  blue  seas,  —  the  same  blue  sea, 
indeed,  that  Lucy  had  seen  in  her  Italian  visit. 

That  window  was  empty ;  but  the  other,  which 
looked  out  into  the  street,  had  cushions  laid  on 
the  sill,  an  open-work  stone  ledge  beyond,  and 
little  looking-glasses  on  either  side ;  and  leaning 
over  this  sill  there  was  seated  a  little  maiden  in 
a  white  frock,  but  with  a  black  lace  veil  fastened 
by  a  rose  into  her  jet-black  hair,  and  the  dain- 
tiest, prettiest-shaped  little  feet  imaginable,  in 
white  satin  shoes,  which  could  be  plainly  seen 
as  she  knelt  on  the  window-seat. 

"  What  are  you  looking  at  ? "  asked  Lucy, 
coming  to  her  side. 

"  I  am  watching  for  the  procession.  Then  I 
shall  go  to  church  with  mamma.  Look !  That 
way  we  shall  see  it  come;  these  two  mirrors 
reflect  everything  up  and  down  the  street." 

"  Are  you  dressed  for  church  ? "  asked  Lucy. 
"You  have  no  hat  on." 

"  Where  does  your  grace  come  from  not  to 


IIO  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

know  that  a  mantilla  is  what  is  fit  for  church? 
Mamma  is  being  dressed  in  her  black  silk  and 
in  her  black  mantilla." 

"  And  your  shoes  ?  " 

"  I  could  not  wear  great,  coarse,  hard  shoes," 
said  the  little  Dona  Inez;  "it  would  spoil  my 
feet.  Ah,  I  shall  have  time  to  show  the  Seno- 
rita  what  I  can  do.   Can  your  grace  dance  ?  " 

"  I  danced  with  Uncle  Joe  at  our  last  Christmas 
patty,"  said  Lucy,  with  great  dignity. 

"  See,'  now,"  cried  the  Spaniard ;  "  stand  there. 
Ah,  have  you  no  castanets  ?  "  and  she  quickly 
took  out  two  very  small  ivory  shells  or  bowls, 
each  pair  fastened  together  by  a  loop,  through 
which  she  passed  her  thumb  so  that  the  little 
spoons  hung  on  her  palm,  and  she  could  snap 
them  together  with  her  fingers. 

Then  she  began  to  dance  around  Lucy  in  the 
most  graceful  swimming  way,  now  rising,  now 
falling,  and  cracking  her  castanets  together  at 
intervals.  Lucy  tried  to  do  the  same,  but  her 
limbs  seemed  like  a  wooden  doll's  compared 
with  the  suppleness  and  ease  of  Inez.  She  made 
sharp  corners  and  angles,  where  the  Spaniard 


'8««,  now,"  crte*'  the  Spaniard,  "stand  there.    Ah!  hare  you  no  castanets?" 

(Spain.) 


SPAIN.  113 

floated  so  like  a  sea-bird  that  it  was  like  seeing 
her  fly  or  float  rather  than  merely  dance,  till  at 
last  the  very  watching  her  rendered  Lucy  drowsy 
and  dizzy,  and  as  the  church  bells  began  to  ring, 
and  the  chant  of  the  procession  to  sound,  she 
lost  all  sense  of  being  in  sunny  Malaga,  the  home 
of  grapes. 


CHAPTER   XIV. 

GERMANY. 

There  was  a  great  murmur  and  buzz  of  learn- 
ing lessons ;  rows  upon  rows  of  little  boys  were 
sitting  before  desks,  studying;  very  few  heads 
looked  up  as  Lucy  found  herself  walking  around 
the  room,  —  a  large  clean  room,  with  maps  hang- 
ing on  the  walls,  but  hot  and  weary  feeling, 
because  there  were  no  windows  open,  and  so 
little  fresh  air. 

"  What  are  you  about,  little  boy  ? "  she  asked. 

"  I  am  learning  my  verb,"  he  said ;  "  moneo, 
tnones,  monetr 

Lucy  waited  no  longer,  but  moved  off  to 
another  desk.     "  And  what  are  you  doing  ?  " 

"  I  am  writing  my  analysis." 

Lucy  did  not  know  what  an  analysis  was,  so 

she  went  a  little  further.     "  What  are  you  doing 

114 


"  What  are  you  about,  little  boy?" 


(Germany.; 


GERMANY.  I  1 7 

here  ? "  she  said,  timidly,  for  these  were  some- 
what bigger  boys. 

"  We  are  drawing  up  an  essay  on  the  individ- 
uality of  self." 

That  was  enough  to  frighten  any  one  away, 
and  Lucy  betook  herself  to  some  quite  little 
boys,  with  fat,  rosy  faces  and  light  hair.  "  Are 
you  busy,  too  ?  "  she  said. 

"  Oh,  yes ;  we  are  learning  the  chief  cities  of 
the  Fatherland." 

Lucy  felt  like  the  little  boy  in  the  fable,  who 
could  not  get  either  the  dog,  or  the  bird,  or  the 
bee  to  play  with  him. 

"  When  do  you  play?  "  she  asked. 

"  We  have  an  hour's  interval  after  dinner,  and 
another  at  supper-time,  but  then  we  prepare  our 
work  for  the  morrow,"  said  one  of  the  boys,  look- 
ing up  well  satisfied. 

"  Work !  work !  Are  you  always  at  work  ?  " 
exclaimed  Lucy ;  "  I  only  learn  from  nine  to 
half-past  twelve,  and  half  an  hour  to  get  my 
lessons  in  the  afternoon." 

"  You  are  a  maiden,"  said  the  little  boy  with  civil 
superiority ;  "  your  brothers  learn  more  hours." 


Il8  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

"  More ;  yes,  but  not  so  many  as  you  do. 
They  pray  from  twelve  till  half-past  two,  and 
have  lwo  half  holidays  in  the  week." 

■  '  So  you  are  not  industrious.  We  are.  That 
is  the  reason  why  we  can  all  act  together,  and 
think  together  so  much  better  than  any  others; 
and  we  all  stand  as  one  irresistible  power,  the 
United  Germany." 

Lucy  gave  a  little  gasp  ;  it  was  all  so  very  wise. 

"  May  I  see  your  sisters  ?  " 

The  little  sisters,  Gretchens  and  Katchens, 
were  learning  away  almost  as  hard  as  the  Her- 
manns and  Fritzes,  but  the  bigger  sisters  had 
what  Lucy  thought  a  better  time  of  it.  One'of 
them  was  helping  in  the  kitchen,  and  another  in 
the  ironing ;  but  then  they  had  their  books  and 
their  music,  and  in  the  evening  all  the  families 
came  out  into  the  pleasure  gardens,  and  had 
little  tables  with  coffee  before  them,  and  the 
mammas  knitted,  and  the  papas  smoked,  and 
the  young  ladies  listened  to  the  band.  On 
the  whole,  Lucy  thought  she  should  not  mind 
living  in  Germany,  if  they  would  not  do  so  many 
lessons. 


CHAPTER   XV. 

PARIS    IN    THE    SIEGE. 

"And  Uncle  Joe  is  in  France,  where  the 
fathers  and  brothers  of  those  little  Prussian 
boys  have  been  fighting.  Suppose  and  suppose 
I  could  see  it." 

There  was  a  thunder  and  a  whizzing  in  the 
air,  and  a  sharp  rattling  noise  besides ;  a  strange, 
damp,  unwholesome  smell,  too,  mixed  with  that 
of  gunpowder;  and  when  Lucy  looked  up,  she 
found  herself  down  some  steps  in  a  dark,  dull, 
vaulted-looking  place  lined  with  stone,  however, 
and  open  to  the  street  above.  A  little  lamp  was 
burning  in  a  corner,  piles  of  straw  and  bits  of 
furniture  were  lying  about,  and  upon  one  of  the 
bundles  of  straw  sat  a  little  rough-haired  girl. 

"  Ah,  mademoiselle,  good  morning,"  she  said ; 

"  are   you  come   here  to  take  shelter  from   the 

shell?     The   battery  is    firing   now;    I    do    not 

119 


120  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

think  Mamma  will  come  home  till  it  slackens 
a  little.  She  is  gone  to  the  distribution  of  meat, 
to  get  a  piece  of  horse  for  my  brother,  who  is 
weak  after  his  wounds.  I  wish  I  could  offer  you 
something,  but  we  have  nothing  but  water,  and 
it  is  not  even  sugared." 

"  Do  you  live  down  here  ?  "  asked  Lucy,  look- 
ing around  at  the  dreary  place  with  wonder. 

"  Not  always.  We  used  to  have  a  pretty  little 
house  up  over,  but  the  cruel  shells  came  crashing 
in,  and  flew  all  to  pieces,  tearing  everything  to 
splinters,  and  we  are  only  safe  from  them  down 
here.  Ah,  if  I  could  only  have  shown  you 
Mamma's  pretty  room !  but  there  is  a  great  hole 
in  the  floor  now,  and  the  ceiling  is  all  tumbling 
down,  and  the  table  broken." 

"  But  why  do  you  stay  here  ?  " 

"  Mamma  and  Emile  say  it  is  all  the  same. 
We  are  as  safe  in  our  cellar  as  we  could  be  any- 
where, and  we  should  have  to  pay  elsewhere." 

"Then  you  cannot  get  out  of  Paris  ?  " 

"  Oh,  no,  while  the  Prussians  are  all  around 
us,  and  shut  us  in.  My  brothers  are  all  in  the 
Garde  Mobile,  and,  you  see,  so  is  my  doll.    Every 


Ah !  Mademoiselle,  good  morning ;  are  you  come  here  to  take  shelter  from 
the  shells?" 

~»  (Paris  in  the  S'.ige.) 


PARIS  IN   THE   SIEGE.  1 23 

one  must  be  a  soldier  now.  My  dear  Adolphe, 
hold  yourself  straight "  (and  there  the  doll  cer- 
tainly showed  himself  perfectly  drilled  and  disci- 
plined). "  March  —  right  foot  forward  —  left  foot 
forward."  But  in  this  movement,  as  may  be  well 
supposed,  little  Coralie  had  to  help  her  recruit 
a  good  deal. 

Lucy  was  surprised.  "  So  you  can  play  even 
in  this  dreadful  place  ?  "  she  said. 

"  Oh,  yes !  What's  the  use  of  crying  and 
wearying  oneself?  I  do  not  mind  as  long  as 
they  leave  me  my  kitten,  my  dear  little  Min- 
nette." 

"  Oh,  what  a  pretty  long-haired  kitten,  but 
how  small  and  thin  !  " 

"  Yes,  truly,  the  poor,  dear  Minnette !  The 
cruel  people  ate  her  mother,  and  there  is  no 
milk  —  no  milk  —  and  my  poor  Minnette  is 
almost  starved,  though  I  give  her  bits  of  my 
bread  and  soup ;  but  the  bread  is  only  bran  and 
sawdust,  and  she  likes  it  no  more  than  I." 

"  Ate  up  her  mother !  " 

"  Yes.  She  was  a  superb  Cyprus  cat,  all  gray ; 
but,  alas !  one  day  she  took  a  walk  in  the  street, 


124  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

and  they  caught  her,  and  then  indeed  it  was  all 
over  with  her.  I  only  hope  Minnette  will  not 
get  out,  but  she  is  so  lean  that  they  would  find 
little  but  bones  and  fur." 

"  Ah,  how  I  wish  I  could  take  you  and  her 
home  to  Uncle  Joe,  and  give  you  both  good 
bread  and  milk !  Take  my  hand,  and  shut  your 
eyes,  and  we  will  suppose  and  suppose  very  hard, 
and,  perhaps,  you  will  come  there  with  me.  Paris 
is  not  so  very  far  off." 


CHAPTER   XVI. 

THE    AMERICAN    GUEST. 

No ;  supposing  very  hard  did  not  bring  poor 
little  French  Coralie  home  with  Lucy ;  but  some- 
thing almost  as  wonderful  happened.  Just  at 
the  time  in  the  afternoon,  blind  man's  holiday, 
when  Lucy  had  been  used  to  ride  off  on  her 
dream  to  visit  some  wonderful  place,  there  came 
a  knock  at  the  front  door ;  a  quite  real,  substan- 
tial English  knock  and  ring,  that  did  not  sound 
at  all  like  any  of  the  strange  noises  of  the  strange 
worlds  that  she  had  lately  been  hearing,  but  the 
real  tinkle  of  Uncle  Joe's  own  bell. 

"  Well,"  said  Mrs.  Bunker,  "  what  can  that  be 

coming  at  this  time  of  day  ?     It  can  never  be  the 

doctor  coming    home    without   sending   orders ! 

Don't  you  be  running  out,  Miss  Lucy;  there'll 

be  a  draught  of  cold  right  in." 

Lucy  stood  still ;  very  anxious,  and  wondering 
125 


126  LITTLE  LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

whether  she  should  see  anything  alive,  or  one  of 
her  visitors  from  various  countries. 

"  There  is  a  letter  from  Mr.  Seaman,"  said  a 
brisk  young  voice,  that  would  have  been  very 
pleasant  if  it  had  not  gone  a  little  through  the 
nose;  and  past  Mrs.  Bunker  there  walked  into 
the  full  light  a  little  boy,  a  year  or  two  older 
than  Lucy,  holding  out  one  hand  as  he  saw  her, 
and  taking  off  his  hat  with  the  other.  "  Good 
morning,"  he  said,  quite  at  his  ease ;  "  is  this 
where  you  live  ?  " 

"  Good  morning,"  returned  Lucy,  though  it 
was  not  morning  at  all ;  "  where  do  you  come 
from?" 

"Well,  I'm  from  Paris  last;  but  when  I'm  at 
home,  I'm  at  Boston.  I  am  Leonidas  Saunders 
of  the  great  American  Republic." 

"  Oh,  then  you  are  not  real,  after  all  ?  " 

"  Real,  —  I  should  hope  I  was  a  genuine 
article." 

"  Well,  I  was  in  hopes  that  you  were  real,  only 
you  say  you  come  from  a  strange  country,  like 
the  rest  of  them,  and  yet  you  look  like  an 
English  boy." 


"What  can  that  be,  coming  at  this  time  of  day!"' 


THE  AMERICAN  GUEST.  1 29 

"  Of  course  I  do !  My  great-grandfather  came 
from  England,"  said  Leonidas;  "we  all  speak 
English  as  well,  or  better,  than  you  do  in  the  old 
country." 

"  I  can't  understand  it !  "  said  Lucy ;  "  do  you 
come  like  other  people,  by  the  train,  not  like  the 
children  in  my  dreams  ?  " 

And  then  Leonidas  explained  all  about  it  to 
her:  how  his  father  had  brought  him  last  year 
to  Europe  and  had  put  him  to  school  at  Paris ; 
but  when  the  war  broke  out,  and  most  of  the 
stranger  scholars  were  taken  away,  no  orders 
came  about  him,  because  his  father  was  a  mer- 
chant, and  was  away  from  home,  so  that  no  one 
ever  knew  whether  the  letters  had  reached  him. 

So  Leonidas  had  gone  on  at  school,  without 
many  tasks  to  learn,  to  be  sure,  but  not  very 
comfortable,  —  it  was  so  cold,  and  there  was  no 
wood  to  burn ;  and  he  disliked  eating  horses,  and 
cats,  and  rats,  quite  as  much  as  Coralie  did, 
though  he  was  not  in  a  part  of  the  town  where 
so  many  shells  came  in. 

At  last,  when  Lucy's  uncle  and  some  other 
good   gentlemen    with   the   red   cross   on   their 


I30  LITTLE  LUCY'S   WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

sleeves  obtained  leave  to  go  and  take  some 
relief  to  the  poor  sick  people  in  the  hospitals, 
the  people  Leonidas  was  with  told  them  that  he 
was  a  little  American  left  behind.  Mr.  Seaman, 
which  was  Uncle  Joe's  name,  went  to  see  about 
him,  and  found  that  he  had  once  known  his 
father.  So,  after  a  great  deal  of  trouble,  it  had 
been  managed  that  the  boy  should  be  allowed  to 
leave  the  town.  He  had  been  driven  in  an 
omnibus,  he  told  Lucy,  with  some  more  Ameri- 
cans and  English,  and  with  flags  with  stars  and 
stripes,  or  else  Union  Jacks,  all  over  it;  and 
whenever  they  came  to  a  French  sentry,  or 
afterward  to  a  Prussian,  they  were  stopped  till 
he  called  his  corporal,  who  looked  at  their  papers 
and  let  them  go  on.  Mr.  Seaman  had  taken 
charge  of  Leonidas,  and  given  him  the  best  din- 
ner he  had  eaten  for  a  long  time,  but  as  he  was 
going  to  Blois  to  other  hospitals,  he  could  not 
keep  the  boy  with  him ;  so  he  had  put  him  in 
charge  of  a  friend  who  was  going  to  London, 
to  send  him  down  to  Mrs.  Bunker. 

Fear  of  Lucy's  rash  was  pretty  well  over  now, 
and  she  was  to  go  home  in  a  day  or  two ;  so  the 


'  Good  morning.     Where  do  you  come  from  ?  " 

(The  American  Guest.) 


THE  AMERICAN  GUEST.  1 33 

children  were  allowed  to  be  together,  and  they 
enjoyed  it  very  much.  Lucy  told  about  her 
dreams,  and  Leonidas  had  a  good  deal  to  tell  of 
what  he  had  really  seen  on  his  travels.  They 
wished  very  much  that  they  could  both  see  one 
of  these  wonder  dreams  together,  only  —  what 
should  it  be  ? 


CHAPTER   XVII. 

THE    DREAM    OF    ALL    NATIONS. 

What  should  it  be?  She  thought  of  Arabs 
with  their  tents  and  horses,  and  Leonidas  told 
her  of  Red  Indians  with  their  war-paint,  and 
little  negroes  dancing  around  the  sugar-boiling, 
till  her  head  began  quite  to  swim  and  her  ears  to 
buzz ;  and  all  the  children  she  had  seen  and  she 
had  not  seen  seemed  to  come  around  her,  and  join 
hands  and  dance.  Oh,  such  a  din !  A  little 
Highlander  in  his  tartans  stood  on  a  whiskey 
barrel  in  the  middle,  making  his  bagpipes  squeal 
away ;  a  Chinese  with  a  bald  head  and  long  pig- 
tail beat  a  gong,  and  capered  with  solemn  face ; 
a  Norwegian  herdboy  blew  a  monstrous  bark 
cow-horn ;  an  Indian  juggler  twisted  snakes 
around  his  neck  to  the  sound  of  the  tom-tom ;  and 
Lucy  found  herself  and  Leonidas  whirling  round 
with  a  young  Dutch  planter  between  them,  and 

134 


Oh,  such  a  din! 


THE  DREAM  OF  ALL   NATIONS.  1 37 

an  Indian  with  a  crown  of  feathers  upon  the 
other  side  of  her. 

"  Oh!  "  she  seemed  to  herself  to  cry,  "  what  are 
you  doing  ?  how  do  you  all  come  here  ?  " 

"  We  are  from  all  the  nations  who  are  friends 
and  brethren,"  said  the  voices ;  "  we  all  bring  our 
stores:  the  sugar,  rice,  and  cotton  of  the  West; 
the  silk  and  coffee  and  spices  of  the  East;  the 
tea  of  China ;  the  furs  of  the  North  ;  it  all  is  ex- 
changed from  one  to  the  other,  and  should  teach 
us  to  be  all  brethren,  since  we  cannot  thrive  one 
without  the  other." 

"  It  all  comes  to  our  country,  because  we  are 
clever  to  work  it  up,  and  send  it  out  to  be  used 
in  its  own  homes,"  said  the  Highlander;  "it  is 
English  and  Scotch  machines  that  weave  your 
cottons,  ay,  and  make  your  tools." 

"No;  it  is  America  that  beats  you  all,"  cried 
Leonidas ;  "  what  had  you  to  do,  but  to  sit  down 
and  starve,  when  we  sent  you  no  cotton  ?  " 

"  If  you  send  cotton,  'tis  we  that  weave  it," 
cried  the  Scot. 

Lucy  was  almost  afraid  they  would  come  to 
blows  over  which  was  the  greatest  and  most  skil- 


138  LITTLE   LUCY'S    WONDERFUL    GLOBE. 

ful  country.  "  It  cannot  be  buying  and  selling 
that  makes  nations  love  one  another,  and  be 
peaceful,"  she  thought.  "  Is  it  being  learned  and 
wise  ? 

"  But  the  Prussian  boys  were  studious  and 
wise,  and  the  French  are  clever  and  skilful,  and 
yet  they  have  that  dreadful  war.  I  wonder  what 
it  is  that  would  make  and  keep  all  these  countries 
friends!" 

And  then  there  came  an  echo  back  to  little 
Lucy:  "  For  out  of  Zion  shall  go  forth  the  Law, 
and  the  word  of  the  Lord  of  Jerusalem.  And  he 
shall  judge  among  the  nations,  and  shall  rebuke 
many  people;  and  they  shall  beat  their  swords 
into  ploughshares,  and  their  spears  into  pruning- 
hooks;  nation  shall  not  lift  up  sword  against 
nation,  neither  shall  they  war  any  more." 

Yes ;  the  more  they  learn  and  keep  the  law  of 
the  Lord,  the  less  there  will  be  of  those  wars. 
To  heed  the  true  law  of  the  Lord  will  do  more 
for  peace  and  oneness  than  all  the  cleverness  in 
book-learning,  or  all  the  skilful  manufactures 
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